Flatulence in the Fifth Row

Yesterday morning at services, I had to move to a new seat because my concentration was seriously disrupted by the man in front of me. I’ve never had this happen before but this guy in front of me was extremely flatulent and the bowing during the service didn’t help his condition; it only impacted the guy behind him – me. So, I moved to the last row in the synagogue, where I would be less disturbed by offending odors.