A QUESTION OF DEGREE

Doug petulantly refused to accept what was obvious to the rest of us. “It wasn’t that bad,” he said yet again. Jay, still hunched over, looked up at him, scowling. “I threw up.” “You didn’t really,” said Doug. “Dude!” said Jay, gesturing at the small puddle of vomit seeping into the dirt at his feet. “It wasn’t that bad,” Doug insisted. “It MADE ME THROW UP,” said Jay. Eventually, Doug admitted the fart had been pretty bad. Foley