I went shopping at the sports store with my boyfriend, and I had to fart. It was the tiniest of farts. Barely a whisper, and so small that I almost felt nothing breeze through my butt cheeks. But as soon as I released that pinch of a toot, my boyfriend saw something in the aisle, and he turned behind me to look at it. He walked right through my baby fart cloud and immediately knew what I had done. I had no idea such a little amount of my gas could pack such a ginormous punch to the nose. His eyes started to water. I felt a little victorious.