Hershey was waiting for her Comcast technician to arrive, tapping her foot impatiently on the hardwood floor. She had been without internet for two hours already, and the unbearable silence was driving her up the wall. Her stomach growled, reminding her that she hadn't eaten since breakfast. Perhaps that was the cause of her discomfort, she thought, rubbing her bloated stomach.
Just as she was about to give up hope and call customer service again, the doorbell rang. She hurried to answer it, her face contorted in annoyance as she saw the uniformed technician standing before her. He apologized profusely for his tardiness, but Hershey was in no mood for excuses.
"Well, aren't you just full of excuses?" she snapped, pushing past him into her living room. The technician followed hesitantly, setting down his toolbag as he took in the messy room. Hershey noticed him glancing around warily and realized with a start that he must have heard something already.
"What's wrong with me?" she whispered under her breath, clutching her stomach. She took a tentative step towards him, wincing as another wave of gas rippled through her abdomen. "I'm so embarrassed," she murmured, her face flushing crimson.
The technician looked at her uncertainly, wondering what was going on. He had dealt with all kinds of customers during his time at Comcast, but this was the first time he had encountered anything like this. He took a step back as Hershey let out a long, loud fart that echoed through the small room.
"I'm really sorry," she said, covering her mouth with her hand. Her eyes darted around nervously, hoping he wouldn't notice the smell. The technician couldn't help but look at her in surprise. He had expected a normal day at work, not to be subjected to someone's unwanted flatulence.
"Is everything alright, ma'am?" he asked carefully, trying to maintain his professional demeanor. Hershey shook her head, her cheeks still red from embarrassment. She bit her lip, debating whether or not to confide in him.
"I think my diet today might be the problem," she said finally, gesturing towards her fridge. "I ate way too much sugar and junk food. Can we just get this fixed so I can get back to work?" She paused, waiting for his response. The technician considered her request, weighing his duty to help her against his discomfort.
"I think we can manage that, Ms...?" he trailed off, glancing at her name tag. Hershey nodded gratefully, relieved that he didn't seem too put off by her condition.
As they worked on fixing her internet connection, Hershey couldn't help but let out a few more farts, much to the technician's discomfort. He tried his best not to react, focusing on the task at hand. Despite his professional facade, he couldn't help but wonder what was causing her stomach to rumble so loudly.
After several minutes of fiddling with wires and cables, the technician finally managed to restore her internet connection. He stood up, brushing off his hands on his pants. "All fixed," he said with a sigh of relief. He turned towards Hershey, expecting her to thank him and close the door behind him.
But instead, she let out the most massive fart yet, shaking the room with its force. The technician's eyes widened in shock as she doubled over, holding her stomach. "Are you okay, ma'am?" he asked worriedly, taking a step towards her.
Hershey straightened up slowly, wiping away a tear of laughter from her eye. "I think I'm going to be fine," she said with a small chuckle. "Thank you so much for your help." The technician nodded, feeling a mixture of relief and horror as he made his way back to his van.
As he drove away, he couldn't help but think about the strange encounter he had just had. He had never dealt with anything like this before, and he hoped it wouldn't happen again anytime soon. At least he had managed to fix her internet, he thought, letting out a small sigh of relief.
