It Wasn’t Me
I’m a very anxious person. I went to see my doctor about said anxiety and whilst sitting there listening to him talk about medication, I was of course beginning to feel increasingly more anxious.
An immediate symptom of anxiety is sweaty hands, and so I was sitting there with my hands becoming clammy and I was holding them together on my knees.
When it came to my turn to talk, I anxiously squeezed my clam-hands together and made a very authentic sound of passing gas. I didn’t really know what to do so I sort of made an “Oh!” expression and said sorry.
He said it was fine but it was on my mind the rest of the day. I still think about it. Story credit: Reddit / sweetmarymotherofgod
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