*The following is a true, but slightly embellished account of one visit to the Art Gallery.
The distinct sound of flatulence could be heard throughout the gallery, bouncing off hard floors and reverberating off statues and paintings.
“Oh dear”, she murmured.
Her cautionary explanation as to why flash photography wasn’t to be used in the gallery was immediately pinched off as her bowels fought to be heard. As she readied herself for a hasty retreat, a sound similar to the ripping of thick corrugated cardboard was heard.
“Oh my”, she mumbled again.
I turned to my friend with a look of, ‘..is this happening?’. All thoughts of photographing anything escaping from my mind like a turtle head escapes it’s shell.
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