Our Town – March 9, 2017
The Soupster discovers that he who smelt it had not, in fact, dealt it.
The Soupster discovers that he who smelt it had not, in fact, dealt it.
“Ouch,” said the Soupster, as gaseous billows reached him. “You cut the cheese, Doc?”
“Beg pardon?” said the esteemed doctor of philosophy, Gerrit van Schmenken, visiting the Soupster from South Africa. “Cut what cheese?” van Schmenken said, looking around the Soupster’s study, where he saw there comfortable chairs, walls of books, a sleeping cat and a half-sized statue of W.C. Fields. Certainly no cheese.
“You know, did you send me `a message from below?’” the Soupster pressed.
“What?” said van Schmenken.
“A `bottom belch?’” the Soupster continued, unabated. “`Did you `step on a duck?’ Are you `starting a vapor feud?’”
“Oh, `Baff,’” said Dr. van Schmenken.
“I don’t know what that means, but I don’t like it,” said the Soupster.
“No, you don’t understand,” said van Schmenken.. “In Johannesburg, we say `baff’ for a `trump.’ No — `trump’ is the British term. I’ve got it — `farting’ – that’s what you Yanks and Aussies say, isn’t it?”
“Not in polite company,” said the Soupster.
“What do you say in polite company?”
“Well, `breaking wind’ or `passing gas’ are the most acceptable terms here,” the Soupster answered. “If you were in the right crowd you could also say `Oops! I just let Fluffy off the leash.’”
“And the less polite?” van Schmenken asked.
“Revolting release,” said the Soupster. “Creaky floorboards. Thunder from Down Under. The Y2K Problem.”
“So these colorful American names can be attached to your `imposition on the atmosphere?’” van Schmenken said.
“Good one,” said the Soupster.
“He who smelt it, dealt it,” countered van Schmenken.
“I thought you didn’t know American,” said a surprised Soupster.
“We have the roughly the same saying – it’s the same idea anyway,” said van Schmenken.
“Don’t try and shift the blame, Doc,” said the Soupster. “That was your `gut bubble’ wasn’t it? Didn’t you have to take some kind of oath of truthfulness to be a philosopher?”
“We’re still arguing about what truth is,” said van Schmenken.
“Well, if it wasn’t my `Little Orphan Onion’ and it wasn’t your `bench warmer,’ whose was it?”
“Not W.C. Fields,” said Dr. van Schmenken.
“There’s no one else here, but…” said the Soupster — then he and van Schmenken realized immediately.
“Cat baff!” said van Schmenken. “Gross!”
Originally published Feb. 26, 2004
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