Everybody farts. It's part of nature. Even petite twenty-something women on buses. I'm sorry you felt so embarrassed by your flatulence that you had to turn out dramatically, look me in the eye, and yell PEEE-YEWW before running up and sitting at the front of the bus.
I didn't even understand what you were doing until the smell hit me.
It was fine. Someone else moved into the seat you vacated.
But if you're going to make such a public display, you should probably be sure that when you get to your new seat in the front that you don't rip a loud and equally raunchy smelling fart Because now, not only am I laughing at you, but the whole bus is laughing at your charade. A bus that, most likely, would have sat in polite silence if you had just stayed in your seat instead of putting on a vaudeville deniability performance.
Let's be real, either me or the homeless woman in the back probably would have been blamed if you'd been quiet, but thanks to your Jim Carrey routine everyone on the bus knows that you, YES YOU have a serious gastrointestinal problem.
I hope you feel better soon. Both physically, and self-esteem-wise.