waking up and smelling the coffee (shopper)

every now and then, you find yourself downwind of…well...wind. borborygmus emissions. gas. flatus. flatulence. so potent that the aroma of the boldest of bold blends permeating the coffee shop cannot overpower it.

but even the intestinal unloading of a passer-by offers something of a silver lining (don't think about that for too long): yes, after the shock, after the wheezing, after the questioning (is it real? is this actually happening?), there is the humour. and the jolt that such laughter pumps into the day (y'know, via the nostrils) has gotta be better than the jumpstart that comes from any caffeinated beverage.

and now (*cough*) back to translating…