When in the office bathroom, feel flatulence coming on, hold back on it and wait for someone to leave said bathroom. Once they open the door to leave, let 'er rip. Anyone within earshot of the bathroom door will think person exiting was somehow involved.
Mort: Hey Saul.
Saul: Yes Mort.
Mort: Boy did I do some office blasting yesterday.
Saul. Oye vey. Who'd you get?
Mort: Some schmuck from accounting.
Saul: Very good Mort.
Mort: Thanks. Smelt like a week old gefilte fish too.
Saul: Word!
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)