One night I farted loudly and must have disturbed the new head of marketing, who sits outside my office in open plan, save that she didn't let on and stoically got on with whatever it is she does.
The next day I told the story to a female co-worker, one of my direct reports who is a lot of fun, and she said, "Well, I'm now embarrassed, because as you walked in I farted."
And it really smelled, and I walked out in faux disgust while she laughed.
My direct report told the head of marketing the entire story, and she didn't know what to say, partly because she is new, and partly because she went to an expensive finishing school where ladies are taught not to talk about farts.
