Post office fart

There I was, standing in line, waiting for anything to happen.

Fascinated as usual by the random array of cheap Chinese goods for sale.

Without due consideration, in my distracted state, I did.

Just a little one, a bit of pressure release, quietly expelled in a controlled fashion.

Sociopath.

And it turned out to be a toxic bomb.

I ended up doing a good imitation of Basil Fawlty, looking around for the culprit.