I looked around... saw no one anywhere and I let it rip. It was loud and smelled so bad it would gag a maggot on a gut wagon.

My wife grabs my arm and pulls me a few aisles away and I ask her why she pulled me away. She has me turn around and look where we were standing & there on her knees by a clothing rack was this poor lady taking clothes out of a box & her face wasn't a fot away from my ass when I farted. Yes I was getting dirty looks from her.