Violated by Stank! STANK WATCH!!!

Oh Lordy! First let me begin the story from the beginning. M had to take her car into the shop, so to wait out the time, we went to the Millenia Mall. While there, we found a sale at Macy's in which M picked out two great pairs of shorts for me that were a steal! Afterwards, we looked at expensive shit from Louis Vouitton, Gucci, all the names that discerning label whores would approve of. To cap off the visit, we stopped into The Cheesecake Factory for some lunch. The meal was subpar, but the afternoon in general was lovely, so we were having an overall wonderful time.
Then, when out of nowhere, this horrible, awful, foul, rank, stenchly STANK took over the atmosphere. There was a family behind us and servers were walking by, so it could have came from anyone...people, it was absolutely REVOLTING! The Stank as it will now be known, was so bad, it litterally made us nauseous. To make matters worse, our server seemed to have forgotten to give us our bill and pretty much forgot us alltogether, because we had to sit for what seemed to be forever in this cloud of The Stank. He finally showed up and mercifully checked us out so we could escape the Stank that seemed to want to linger...and linger...and linger...Lordy, it was a Deluge of Stank!!!
I guess there really is no moral to this story. Who can avoid someone farting in their vicinity??? Wait, I have the moral...if you MUST fart in public and you MUST force it upon people against their will, then PLEASE refrain from eating crap that will turn your fart into a nuclear bomb for the people around you.