fart coat
It’s pouring in Toronto and my new wool coat is soaking wet. I was in Lululemon today and thought it was odd that such a nice store would smell so bad. Then, as I was paying for my purchase, I realized it was me - I was the one who smelled. When I explained to the cashier that my wet coat smelled like farts so that she wouldn’t think I was running around her store crop dusting, she exclaimed sympathetically and somewhat horrified, “Oh no! Do you want me to get you some Fabreeze?”