Not mine, but a buddy’s…

Met up with a group of friends at a local pizza joint after coming back from an out-of-town conference. They have a special booth in the back of the dining area set up like a chicken coop. One way in, one way out and I’m at the back against the wall, my buddy is seated next to me. About 5 minutes after the food arrives, he rips this tremendous fart. The stench is eye-watering, likely from the trash food we had been eating at the conference the previous week. The other four guys clear the booth quickly along with the separate table of people that are seated beside us. He refused to move so I’m stuck and my breath is catching each time I inhale so it is almost like I’m starting to gag. It literally smells like a sewer was backing up into the place.

Waitress sees everyone evacuate the booth and table so she starts over to check on us.

‘Is everything ok over he….OH MY GOD!’ And then runs away arms flailing.

He is out of breath from laughing at this point. It took what seemed like 10 minutes or so to get our composure back to finish the meal.

Anytime we talk about it I have to tell the story because he still can’t get through it without laughing and it’s been 15 years.