When I was in my early-20s, I had a part-time job helping an event planner run his business. Although my boss paid generously and was flexible about what days I worked, his social graces left something to be desired.
To put it bluntly, the guy had some serious digestive issues. And, as far as I could tell, he didn't care whom he offended with the sounds and scents emanating from his body. There was never any "Pardon me!" or "Whoops -- sorry about that!" Just a constant stream of hearty belches...Full Story