I am a victim

Every day it seems that I'm the victim of a drive by farting or crop dusting as some people call it. The levels of crop dusting I experience really do vary from silent but slap me out of my chair deadly to just plan loud and crack you up. However, what never ceases to amaze me is how my residents never seem to acknowledge them. It's like how the hell could you not notice that?? Are you really that hard of hearing?? Take just a few moments ago. I was sitting here listening to the hamsters run in my head trying to think of what I could possibly write about when a resident walked up to me. She was wondering if the postman had come (like they all do. I'm telling you the residents live for meals and mail. I guess it's an old people thing.) when suddenly just let a string of them loose. While somehow keeping a straight face the woman just kept right on talking. I somehow by pure miracle was able to keep from laughing in her face. After she left needless to say, I collapsed into giggles. At least it wasn't a stinky one. What I don't understand is aren't they of an era that if such a bodily functions is horrifying? Shouldn't they get red faced and run away in horror? Shouldn't they at least look around like what the hell was that??Apparently when you get older farting is cool. So I say getting old can't be that bad. Why don't we all just fart a little more and pretend it never happened? Either that or blame it on the dog.