I had a big crush on my English professor back in college, and I would often be the bibo kid in class so I could catch her attention. It was the first semester of the year when our English exam was scheduled on a morning. I just had breakfast right before our exam, but I didn’t think the hot chocolate I took would get me in trouble.
I felt my stomach grumble halfway through our exam, so I had to pass my paper even when I was not yet done. When I got up to hand my paper to my professor, I farted. It was especially audible because the class was quiet. I just blew my chance with my hot prof.
Gab J., by email