You would hate me. More.
I had a running joke with a friend I worked with where, if it was just me an him, I'd lay a fart bomb in an elevator just before it reached the ground floor, then look at him like he did it as we're exiting.
It became better comedy after a few times, because just the threat of it happening would put him into a panic. Sometimes he'd send me down alone if the elevator was empty.
Any chance of me outgrowing this, or am I doomed like my grandfather to think that flatulence and Hee Haw are funny until the end of my days?