Journey to a Fart

I quietly got up from the table where my Peer Learning Group and I

 were having discussions on slavery--"I'll be right back--" and calmly walked through the crowded room smiling and/or saying hello as I go. I enter into the bathroom where I see legs under the stall, "Whomever is under that stall, I apologize in advance, I have to fart." I have to fart. I farted. A loud, long, juicy, fart. And, as swiftly as I walked in, I walked on out--calmly heading back through the crowded room, smiling and/or saying hello as I go; quietly returning to my seat. I picked up my pencil and continued with our discourse on the enslavement of my people. The End.