I think we'd all have to agree that the closer we are to someone, the less guarded we are. Good or bad, these people closest to us tend to also get the privilege of seeing the best or the worst in us.
Case in point. Some days ago, this happened in our kitchen. Let's assume I was washing the dishes. The Big One comes in, tells me something and then suddenly lets out a winner - the father of all farts. The stink reaches his nostrils first. He grimaces, mumbles the obvious and then rushes himself out of the kitchen. A while later, he comes back, finds me still in the kitchen and asks me why I'm still there.
(a) I'm no longer impressed with his abilities; or
(b) I have my hands full.
Most likely (a).
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