Have you ever found yourself wondering why God, the universe, or karma has worked to place you at a particular place at a particular time?
At roughly 9:30 a.m., I donned my jacket and went in pursuit of my skinny skinny mocha lattecino, first stopping by several offices to see if I could find a cohort (in order to use the weekly coupon), then spying mail in my mailbox, reading the enclosed opinion and order, which led to the need to hunt down a motion, talk to others about the motion, and file a response to said motion, then finally stumbling out to the elevator an hour later ... in pursuit of my blessed SSML once again.
I pressed the "down" button as a large woman came out of a neighboring office and stood quietly beside me. We waited. The elevator "dinged" open and, as I walked by her into the small enclosed space, she looked flustered, stepped inside next to me, and the following exchange took place:
Woman: "Oh, excuse me," in an embarrassed tone.
I turned in the elevator surprised, "What?"
*uncomfortable pause as the elevator doors close*
I added, "I didn't hear anything"
"Oh good. It's just so embarrassing."
"Um, don't worry about it."
She put a hand over her stomach, "It's just that sometimes depending on what I eat, my stomach is unsettled."
*silent prayer for doors to open immediately*
"Yeah ... well ... I hope you feel better."
Her "thanks" came from behind me as I squeezed through the opening doors.
Bounding out into the relatively fresh air of downtown, I found myself wondering: What is the proper response to the public fart? Do you ignore it, hoping no one else noticed? Do you fess up, as this woman did, only to find out that you've exposed yourself needlessly? Do you enter into an expanded discussion of bodily functions with complete strangers?
I have no answer ... other than to pray that I personally never need an answer.