Say you go to the library with all four of your children.
And you get to the front of the checkout line with your big stack of books and greet the librarian.
And your four year old wants to sit on the counter so he can watch the man go back and forth, stamping the ink pad and then the book.
But as your four year old sits on the counter he begins to tell you he has a belly ache.
And you ask if he needs to go to the bathroom all the while noticing that this conversation doesn’t just include you and your son, but also the librarian standing just inches away from you on the other side of the counter.
But your son doesn’t want to go to the bathroom and proceeds to rock back and forth while sitting on his bottom…on the counter…in front of the librarian…saying owie.
And suddenly you hear a noise not quite like a machine gun but similar in force to which your four year old son exclaims (and not in his library voice) “I FARTED!”
To which you respond with a bit of shock and then booming laughter…the kind that if you don’t watch it, foreign objects might shoot out of your noise.
And then you look over at the librarian, glad to have someone to share the joy of the moment with, and notice that there is NO possibility of anything shooting out of this man’s nose.
And you ponder why this man isn’t laughing…don’t all men laugh at farts?
And then a noxious odor emanates from your golden haired, angelic son who has stopped complaining about his bellyache.
And it spreads like the fallout from a nuclear bomb and you know that the librarian can smell it too.
And you want to laugh even harder but you realize that you are the only one in the vicinity that finds humor in this situation.
Wouldn’t you jump to the conclusion that librarians just have no sense of humor?