Sushi gives me horrid gas. But I love the stuff and indulge a few times a month. Monday I took the family to dinner at our favorite sushi place and indulged myself in a plethora of sashimi and rolls. Tuesday morning I got up and the raw fish was well on its way to wreaking havoc with my lower GI tract. I stop to get an espresso at the local book store on my way to work. Upon entering the store I could feel a massive fart begging my colon for release. I did what I thought was a thorough but quick check for other patrons and proceeded to expel a muffled but long gurgling fart. I fanned the sides of my overcoat and to my absolute horror I smelled the most vile, repugnant, and heinous gas I have ever come across. I am not kidding; it was beyond comprehension how bad this smell was. I quickly move down the isle of books and to my dismay a young woman (about 25 years old) comes walking toward me in the same isle. She is carrying a cup of coffee and a magazine. I don’t or can’t look her in the eye as we pass… but as she passes me I turn and see her walk into the invisible pestilence I left behind me. She clearly smelled it because she staggered backward one step, dropped her magazine to cover her mouth and nose and I heard a choking muffled “Oh my god.” Thoughts?