What do you do when someone “cuts the cheese” while you’re in the checkout line?

How do you let others know that “Hey, it wasn’t me?!” That was the quandary I found myself in while chatting about cats with the cashier and another customer.

There I was, getting a dose of warm-fuzzies from other cat people when all suddenly, I got a dose of something else. And immediately knew what it was.

We’re talkin’ foul, folks. “Something crawled up in there and died,” foul.

I looked at the people behind me, at the cashier, the bagger, and the customer I was talking with who high-tailed his way out of there.

Everyone looked innocent. Not one “Phew!” among them. I wanted to say something but knew that could amount to a confession.

So I quietly took my bags and left. For once, I wasn’t in the mood to make a stink.