What Are You, Twelve?, Part Two

I am shopping for groceries in a large, chain supermarket. As I am picking through the broccoli, a middle-aged man walks in, stands just next to me, holds his finger in the air dramatically, and releases a thunderous fart before turning smartly and walking away.

A few minutes later, as I have moved on to the dairy, I see him sidling up to me again.

Me: “Seriously, mate, again?”

Customer: “Oh! I’ve done you already!”

Then, he moved smartly away. Shortly afterward, I saw him being politely asked to leave by staff. Apparently, he does this regularly and it seems to amuse him.

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