So every time I went to my mother-in-law’s place, we’d have sushi—and she always had a bowl of cashews out. Turns out, that combo is basically a biological weapon for me. Instant gas. Like, make-the-dog-leave-the-room level.
Trying to be polite, I’d sneak out onto her balcony for a smoke and to, uh… release some pressure. I thought I was being considerate.
What I didn’t realize is that her air conditioner intake was right there.
So I stroll back inside all relaxed, and everyone’s sniffing around, looking confused, trying to figure out what died. Meanwhile, I’m standing there pretending to be just as concerned—completely unaware I’d just fumigated the entire house through the AC.
Moral of the story: never mix sushi, cashews, and a well-placed air conditioner.
