Can't Blame the Dog

A couple of minutes ago, I was working on a list and was in the nonfiction section when a guy quickly walked into the section and headed for the back.

Within a couple of seconds he unleashes a monster fart and sneaks out. Pretty much a drive-by gassing. Patrons sitting at the nearby tables heard it because when I walked out of the stacks they looked at me, ASSuming it was I.
Not cool, man, not cool... Effing patrons I tell ya.