Years ago, I was working in this call center along Commonwealth Avenue. After our shift, my female colleague and I headed to the elevator. Inside, I felt a sudden urge to pass gas. I knew it was going to be nasty because I felt really uncomfortable. I tried to hold it in, but I couldn't. Then the elevator doors opened and two more people entered. Just as the doors shut, I released my silent but deadly fart. Everyone was quiet.
The elevator stopped at the second floor, and the other two people got off. When the doors shut, my colleague screamed, "Putangina yang dalawang yun! Kakapasok lang nila, umutot agad. Ang baho!" I nodded while trying to suppress my laughter. Up to this day, she doesn't know it was me.
Robin Olivares, by email