Can You Smell The Love Tonight, Part 15

(My husband and I are shopping in a grocery store. I’m pregnant and not feeling great. My husband has a tendency of claiming anything he does is out of sympathy for my pregnancy. We’re in an aisle that we will be leaving soon, I think. I bend over to grab something off the shelf and fart by accident, but it’s silent. I get self-conscious.)

Me: “Hey, are we done in this aisle?”

Husband: “We need to leave RIGHT NOW.”

Me: “OKAY.”

(We scoot on out of there and he whispers to me.)

Husband: “I farted in that aisle. It was pretty bad.”

Me: *touched* “I did, too. It was also pretty bad.”

Husband: “This is how I know we are meant to be together.”

Me: “Psh, I’m pregnant; what’s your excuse?”

Husband: “Uh… sympathy fart?”