Part 1: I was on the bus right and, we're packed like sardines. I was lucky to be seated even though some mans ass was inches from my face.
It was fairly quiet in there when I heard a long, slow, queefing, whistling, sort of pfffting sound. It was universal, like language before Babel. You can be anywhere in the world and that sound would still be that of a long and fiercely kept fart escaping its horrified masters grasp, whistling and exhaling with joy as it finally finds freedom.
I watched my seatmates eyes widen with the same realization just before the smell of rotten eggs punched us in the face. We both ducked into our shirts, she just lost it and laughed while I gagged out an indignant if, slightly louder than necessary "Kuya naman e!" Kainin na talaga siya nang EDSA.
