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This is not my story. Believe me when I heard it from the supposed farter it was comedy gold.
A friend of mine was in the reference library as an early teen. He'd already been to the Information Desk and received the "you'd better not be here to make noise young man" looks. Quietly minding his own business and browsing in the appropriate section, he was passed by an older gentlemen. Said gent let rip the loudest trouser trumpet my friend had ever heard - he swears it echoed round the galleries and toppled books in remote stacks.
My friend let out his own exhalation - via his mouth of course - as let's face it, if farts are funny they are 100 times funnier to teenage boys.
The old chap continued at his sedate pace, leaving the young teen puce-faced with amusement, which became puce-faced with sheer embarrassment as everyone in the vicinity glared at him as the source of both disturbances.
He chose to leave quietly, believing discretion was the better part etc etc, but to this day the injustice bubbles under... as it were.
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