PPPFFFFFFFFFTTTTT
Yesterday Mr. B was in seventh heaven due to his 3:30 appointment with his sweetie, Dr. Taylor. Mr. B has a serious crush on the good doctor, and often finagles a fly-by visit to her office with the excuse of using the restroom. Really he is trying to get a glimpse of his sweetie, which actually never happens. Usually he reluctantly leaves without seeing her, so he takes her business card to ogle at, much to the chagrin of the evil receptionist behind the desk.
But yesterday, he had an official appointment. Excitement was high as B. waited in the exam room. Finally the moment arrived, Mr. B greeted the doctor with a long, loud fart. PPFFFFFFFFFFTTTTT. Then he sweetly said "scyooooze me". Dr. Taylor believes that Mr. B's sudden onset of flatulence is due to the addition of raw onions to his otherwise meager diet preferences. Apparently, raw onions cause gas. Fortunately for Mr. B, his charm and flirting were met with big smiles all around, and Dr. Taylor spent the whole appointment sitting right next to him on the exam table. Only once was B so overwhelmed with joy that he had to lean over and hide his head under the paper-wrapped pillow.
Even though Mr. B prefers red onions, I think we'll try some Walla Walla's or Maui's and see if the flatulence subsides. Otherwise I'm going to keep standing ten feet away from him as if I don't know him at all to avoid those embarassing stares from other patrons at the bank.
