Back in my ladder days, as i was descending the ladder, my stomach started grumbling loudly and i knew something was brewing. The further i came down ,the more obvious it became that i had a fart ready and loaded. Part of the perks of this job is that working alone and outside gives you is that you can get away with the odd burp or fart (c'mon, we've all done it). I gave a quick glance left and right thinking coast was clear, let it rip, (at a much louder rate of decibels than i had expected.), only to find a lady stood at the bottom of the ladder patiently waiting to pay me. I was mortified. To make matters worse, it would have been pretty much head height when the explosion happened. It was one of those awkward situations and i awaited her response. She chose to ignore the fact she heard it, so i chose to ignore the fact i delivered it.