Yesterday my pharmacist was on the Metro (Washington DC subway system). She caught a whiff (please emphasize the "h" when saying this word, it pleases me) of a "stinkie." She claims foul odors make her nauseated, so she started fanning herself. She did it calmly without trying to draw attention to herself and making it look like she was fanning herself because she was hot. Moments later she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around and a middle-aged gentlemen stoically proclaimed "I'm sorry about the gas."