I’m typing this post in the library because I am blown away by the events that have just developed.

Let me say this first. Princeton is pretty much the most “posh” town you could live in. Nearly everyone here (except for us and our neighbors) is rich. Probably because they are all somehow associated with the university or one of the major companies in the neighborhood. In any case, most of the people here are kind of upscale.

Now, I’m in the library, squatting in the Ka-Le Fiction section looking for something to check out when I hear this noise. I hear, very distinctly, a fart. Not a toot or a small plop, but a Fart with a capitol F. It was a long, drawn out burst. I’d compare it to an ungreased door opening up. But it was a fart, not a door. My first reaction is to fall on my knees and out of the squatting position because everyone knows what can come from squatting. But it wasn’t me. I swear. And I don’t want others to think it’s me. I looked around but couldn’t make out the culprit. Could have been the guy over in the Be-Ch row. So I go on and ignore it.

A minute later, I hear another Fart. But maybe this one had a little less umph. But still a notable break of wind. And again I search for the guilty party. However, at this point, everyone in the area fled the scene.

I think now, for the next twenty minutes or so, I’m going to walk around the library looking for the Farter. I kind of want to believe that it’s the old man. He looked a little sheepish. I wonder if I can get in close enough for a smell…I have to go because I only have 2 minutes left on this computer. Wish me luck.