I was doing some design work for an older woman. She was the absolute sweetest thing, very nice and always receptive to any changes I had to make. But.

We were making small talk while waiting for something to render, and it came up that I have anosmia; I was born without a sense of smell. 

Client: You can’t smell anything at all? Not even if somebody… Passed gas?

Me: Nope, not a thing.

Almost immediately, I heard the smallest little toot. I didn’t mention anything. But it happened every time we talked after that. For weeks.

I didn’t have the heart to tell her my hearing works just fine.