So, I was in a posh restroom of an even posher restaurant the other night. As I sat on the hip, art deco toilet and began to pee, I accidentally let out an audible fart, clear as a bell. Cognizant of the fact that there was another girl in the stall next to me—before I had the chance to think about it—I called out, “Oops, sorry!” followed by an awkward giggle. Somehow I don’t think voicing your remorse over public flatulence makes the situation any less uncomfortable or your rapport with your stall neighbour any more neighbourly.