Everybody was quietly watching the puppet show at the Asian Art Museum when I hear a “boooooooP!” What was that, I think to myself as a stench waffles in the air. Someone must have farted! I look around to see if I can identify the culprit. Then I notice others looking around, with some staring right at me!
“Not me!” I silently voice with my lips as I point towards a kid rolling around on the floor in front of the stage. “Probably the kid!” I mime again with each crease of my lips extending more exaggerated with every word.
Once the show was over I tap the kid on the shoulder and say, “Hey buddy, you got me in a lot of trouble with the adults. The bathroom is over there!”
“Sorry sir, I was just farting. Everybody likes to fart right?” replies the kid with a big, teethy smile.
“You’re right buddy, listen to this one!” KABOOM! I let one rip right next to him. We laugh and go on our separate ways.
THE MORAL HAZARD OF AMERICA