So you know how sometimes you're working out, and everything is going great, except for one thing?
And that one thing is as follows: You really need to fart.
I'm sure you're all, "Oh hell no, I'm not even going to keep reading, and I don't even want to know what this poll is going to be like."
I can't blame you. But back to the gym.
You need to but of course you don't want to, because, well, because.
So you try to hold it but then you realize that you can't really lift weights and clench your sphincter. And if you release mid-lift, it's likely that it'll be loud and thus obvious that it is you. So you decide to just sneak off into a corner.
Which you do.
You saunter unobtrusively. Like you just really needed to stretch, and that empty corner was kind of perfect.
And while it's not a fart of death, it's not something you want to linger in, but you also don't want to make it look like you weren't actually stretching in the corner.
But before you can evacuate the area, and unfortunately, before the stench has dissipated, another patron of the gym walks over to grab a floor mat and strolls purposefully into the zone of evil.
There is no way this could be blamed on anyone else.
The best way to deal with this, considering that this is the gym in your office building and odds are good you will see this person again, is:
A. Say, "Oh, excuse me."
B. Stroll away as nonchalantly as possible, pretending not to notice, but then having to avoid eye contact for the rest of the time in the gym and maybe into eternity.
C. Head for the locker room and get the hell out as fast as possible.
D. I have no idea. This would never happen to me. Even if I ever farted, which I don't, it wouldn't be in public.
E. What is wrong with you? Seriously.