Shoulda told her I farted

We went out the other night.
Me and Ms Donna drove into Tulsa and met some friends who have been friends ever since the totally adult child was only a couple of years old. It was great to see them and way too long since last time. The Dad was there and he knew that the catfish was good so I followed suit and was pleased. Mom and The Child and Ms Donna talked shop about hospitals and school and people of the past. We had a grand time eating and talking and it seemed that everyone enjoyed themselves.

The Mom and totally adult child both said they loved reading Bob's Shorts and made me feel like an actual author for a few minutes there at the eating table. Can't beat that.

The totally adult child seemed to enjoy our conversation. I enjoyed it too and I enjoyed her. I was proud to have pleased (even in a little way) a young person who is special to my Honey. I have no idea why. I have no motives or plans for any of them, I just feel it's necessary to impress the youngsters who are important to Ms Donna. They love her and I want them to know that I do too.
I always try to act my best when we're around them even though I can't communicate with them in any productive way due to the age barrier, hell I can't even text. Ms Donna has a number of nephews and nieces and a couple of people who call her aunt Donna who aren't really nieces but they feel that way anyhow, and I act the same with all of them. When we go out to eat I wear clean clothes, I don't pick my nose and keep my elbows off the table.
I do my best to be good.

Once I did something that still devestates me even today and I don't want it to ever happen again. I was charged to pick up one of Ms Donna's god-childs from school one day and take her home. She's a beautiful, intelligent, impressive young woman and I am always hoping to make that good impression that will tell her that her aunt has chosen a worthy guy.

I parked the truck and got out because she wasn't there yet and it was a beautiful day and I like to be outside. I wandered around a bit and after a while she came. I opened the door of the truck for her and then walked around and got into the driver's side. OH MY GOD it smelled rank in there. It smelled dead. My truck smelled like it was being used by some homeless person who never wipes after pooping.
I remembered then that just before getting out of the truck, I farted.
Who pays attention to solo farts?
I never do.
But this one needed attention. This one should have been dispersed before I ever let a good person inside the truck.

When I am walking or sitting alone and fart, I look around to see if anyone's nearby enough to notice and if no one's there I just forget it. If someone's there I forget it too but only after thinking that they must think I'm scum for farting. I'm not socially comfortable enough to apologize for farting to someone I don't know so there's nothing I can do. That's why I ignore it.
But this time it was noticed. She had to have noticed.

This time I had let a very important person in Ms Donna's life (and so important in mine) inside of my enclosed box of a truck cab that was totally full of poison air.
I was mortified.
As I said, she's a wonderful woman. So she said nothing.
I rolled down the windows.
Drove quickly to her home.
She got out of the truck without delay.
She left me alone with my rank air.

Since then her parents and Ms Donna have had a falling out. A friendship fallen by the wayside as it were. I know why. Who wants to be friends with a person who tried to poison your only beautiful and intelligent daughter.

Sometimes there's just not much you can do.