The C.F. talked and talked and then paused in mid-sentence, still facing the computer. His face froze and I got the sense that he was tensing his stomach muscles. A puff of air hissed out of his behind, right next to my ear, and he resumed talking. It took just a moment and I didn’t acknowledge the faux pas.
It’s becoming more common for me to feel out of touch with the customs of younger people. But given that I was dealing with a C.F., I won’t assume that this episode represents some standard of Millennial business etiquette until I receive confirmation.