That moment:
When you're waiting patiently at a bus stop.
You are in a hurry to get home, but don't want people to know why.
You sit on the bench, every muscle tightened and jaw clenched.
The bus arrives.
You quickly climb up the steps and head to the seat closest to the exit.
The bumpy ride irritates you.
No longer can it be held in.
You let it out.
People stare with a look of judgement.
Everything's become awkward now.
I guess next time I have to fart, I won't take the bus.
