Fresh Air?

Ms. T is walking along the avenue, going to pick up lunch and minding her own business. She is basking in the sunshine of one of the first genuinely warm spring day this year. It is glorious out and Ms. T is enjoying her walk until she gets stuck behind some guy who may or may not be homeless but is almost certainly quite a bit crazy. He is dressed head to toe in Montreal Canadiens gear and is pulling one of those crazy people carts along behind him. Ms. T. dodges left then right but there are other people on the sidewalk and her efforts are foiled. If you've read other posts here, you know that at this point, Ms. T. is going a bit crazy and is deeply annoyed that her natural pace is being compromised by all these people who can’t figure out how to use a sidewalk. Ms. T. takes a deep breath and tells herself to calm down. What's a few seconds more? Is she really in such a rush? Can she not just take a moment to slow down and enjoy the beautiful day? Why worry? Be happy. At this very moment, Ms. T. spots an opening and sees that she will shortly have passed the fellow and will be on her merry way. As she steps aside to pass the slow-walking nutter ahead of her, he suddenly unleashes a very loud, unmistakable toot. As she finally scoots past him through the wafting stench of his flatulence, Ms. T. reflects that at least when she is being her natural impatient and aggressive self, she doesn not get farted on by random loons. She promptly decides that is the last time she will try to talk herself out of her personality. The world just smells better at a faster pace.