I walked into my local supermarket and to my left, in the front fruit and veggie section, was an older Black man. He had a baseball cap, loose shirt and khakis on, his back turned to me. I could tell his race and age from the back of his neck and head.
As I walked past him, he farted. Loud. And long.
I swung around to get further into the store and looked back.
It was Danny Glover.