This story was "passed on" to me today by one of my friends, a lovely mother of two excellent children and a fine overall citizen, and how I love her for it.

I was in the restaurant yesterday when I suddenly realized I desperately needed to pass gas.

The music was really, really loud, so I timed my gas with the beat of the music.

After a couple of songs, I started to feel better.

I finished my coffee and noticed that everybody was staring at me.

Then I suddenly remembered that I was listening to my iPod.
 Mr. Methane, "Britain's Got Talent"


Alfred E. Newman, "It's A Gas"