Robert stood in the aisle of the supermarket looking for a tin of coconut milk. His recipe for sweet potato pudding called for quarter of a cup. He couldn’t find it anyway. Fortunately there were a couple of supermarket shelf-stackers close by putting things on shelves.
“Excuse me,” said Robert, “could you tell me where I might find the coconut milk?”
“As luck would have it,” said a shop worker, “it’s right in front of you.”
“Oh! So it is!” said Robert. “I must be going blind!”
At that moment, Robert farted. It wasn’t a quiet fart. It was a long fart and very, very loud. The shelf-stackers pretended not to hear. Robert knew he’d reached a certain age because he didn’t give a stuff.