In January, I signed up for an alcoholic research study I found on Craigslist. It paid $650 and encouraged me to drink alcohol.
On my first office visit, the student researcher and I walked into the “study room,” which looked like a college dorm. As she was showing me around, a little silent fart escaped. I didn’t realize until I walked back through it (yes, I cropdusted myself). At this point, I was just ignoring it, hoping she was either not smelling it, or pretending she didn‘t smell it.
She said she was going to go and see if the satellite was working and left the room.
I sat down in the recliner and as I was reviewing the list of movies I was allowed to watch, I said (out loud), “Oh, and sorry about polluting with my fart. I’m so GROSS!”
She walked back in and said, “Yep, we’re all set.”
That’s when she informed me that there were three cameras in the room. And that there was a microphone. All of which fed back into the room next door.
Yep….they definitely heard me apologizing for my fart.
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