One time my dad farted at the store and he could not escape it. The fart followed him around the entire store.

One time I crop dusted an aisle and it was so bad even to me I had to get out of there. It could have peeled paint off the walls. Half a minute later I heard someone rather loudly proclaim, “Oh my God! It smells like somebody shit their pants!” from the next aisle over. I wish I could remember what I ate because I had a winner that day.