pictured: a futile effort

Some kid openly farted in class last week.  We were just settling down in our quiet meditation circle when PPPHHHHHRHRRTT.  He sat on the floor, then leaned over and let it rip.

The girl next to him didn’t even react.  Literally, zero reaction.  I stared at him for a second and said, “Hey, that’s gross!  Don’t fart in here!”  He smiled, and as far as he was concerned, the conversation was over.  I had to force my disgusted adult brain to move on.  I realized I was the outsider, the only person bothered by what had just happened.

And that’s all I remember about that day.