Seriously. Planes have been grounded over flatulence.
And, apparently, we do fart more on a flight. According to University of Copenhagen clinical professor Jacob Rosenberg, it’s simple physics.
The average person breaks wind 10 times a day when on the ground. In
the air, this is exacerbated by the drop in pressure in the air cabin.
Also, it doesn’t help matters that everyone’s cooped up in a small space.
So, spare a thought for one disgruntled passenger, for whom the
flatulence in rows 10 to 12 became so bad, she was forced to pass this
note, written on a napkin, to her flight attendant.
An
hour’s drive from the town of Cum By Chance, past Spread Eagle Island,
there is a large green traffic sign that often functions as its very
own destination: “Dildo,” the sign proclaims, with an arrow pointing
straight ahead.
The
idyllic fishing village of Dildo, Newfoundland, is home to about 1,200
people, most of whom refer to themselves quite proudly as Dildoians.
Where did the town get its name? The locals, eager to dispel misguided
notions about sex toys, offer a variety of theories — a 16th-century
Spanish sailor, maybe, or an archaic term for an oblong piece of
nautical gear.
The
fishing and whaling industries have defined Dildo society for
centuries, and the town celebrates them with an annual waterfront
festival known as Dildo Days (July 27-31 this year). A flotilla of boats
circles the bay, led by a wooden statue of a certain Capt. Dildo in a
rain slicker painted bright yellow. Souvenir-hunting visitors can
purchase commemorative apparel, but be forewarned: The “I Survived Dildo
Days” T-shirts sell out fast.
A
few Dildoians have had second thoughts over the years. A local
electrician even started a public campaign in 1990 to have the town
rechristened. But he was forced to drop the effort after a wave of
harassment from residents who were offended by anyone’s taking offense
at the name.
Still,
Dildoians can count themselves lucky. At least they do not live just a
bit farther up the Newfoundland coast — on Ass Rock.
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