The Sweet Husband

Because it's ALWAYS him!

We went out to Walmart for a few things, and, as usual, there were about ten people ready to check out and one register open.
As we were calmly waiting toward the back of the line, standing behind two ladies about our age or just a little younger the sweet husband had a sudden gas attack.
He seems to think that because he can't hear, nobody else can either, so he just stands there trying to look innocent.
I remind him, I heard that.
The lady standing right in front of him, puts her hand over her mouth and says OHHHHH I'm sorry, and literally runs toward the back of the store.
We both got tickled, but he was laughing so hard I had to sit him down on the bench and go get the car.
 When I finally got him in the car and he had managed to breathe normally again, he tells me that he just doesn't understand why I always think it's him.
Other than about 38 years of it always being him, I got no answer.