Well, when I was in college, every dang time I ate at their "fancy" campus restaurant, I got sick immediately.
I do believe it was the salad, because we would start with salad and I would fill up with gas and misery and then wham I'd have horrible diarrhea.
Well, it was probably the last time I went, I eventually got to where I would not set foot in the place. I had went with my roomate and her boyfriend. Here came the misery and the gas pressure and we were walking to our mailboxes near the restaurant. Well, I tried to hold it back and RIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP. I mean it was a huge blow of gas, like some tanker.
I just kept walking and tried not to let on. Then, a few minutes later my friends were around the corner and I heard my roomate ask her boyfriend, did you fart?
Then, there was the day I was at work and thought I could slip off along the back corner and no one would be there. Here I went, toot, rippp, pow, pow and there was a patron looking at me.