It was a lovely morning, and I was actually in a pretty good mood. Surprising, seeing as I generally loathe mornings.
After I had been following behind her for about three minutes or so, she suddenly stopped and stood still. I kept walking, since I had to get to work on time. She turned her head a little and smiled at me as I got closer to her. I smiled back. It was a lovely morning, after all.
Two seconds later, a... peculiar smell floated gently on the morning breeze into my face. I wrinkled my nose and tried to figure out what it was, mixed with the smell of the fresh air and grass and newly blooming flowers. I passed her, still trying to figure out the source of the stench.
Suddenly, it hit me. I know that smell.
I turned around to look at the woman behind me know, who had started into a building nearby. I couldn't help but notice what I believe was a smirk on her face.
Yep. She had definitely passed gas... farted... tooted... or so to speak.
Basically, in my face.