My friend Bill was yelled at for farting by Kaity Tong at a Mets game. She was a pretty popular newscaster in NY a while back. I think she might still be on the air.
We got field box seats from someone and unfortunately Ms. Tong happened to draw the short straw sitting next to us. We were drinking and eating crap all night before and all the way into Shea. First, Strawberry homered, I think...anyway everyone stood up to see if the ball would carry out except for an older couple in front of us. The woman had this bee hive like hairdo with a full can of hair spray lacquered on. Bill's sausage dog slipped out of the bun and landed right in the eye of the storm on her head. She didn't even flinch...apparantly she didn't even feel the slippery weanie in her hair.
The crowd was going nuts cheering Strawberry muting the painful hysterics we were thrown into. Kaity was glaring at us, she looked like an angry Viet-Kong in a business suit. It was at that moment that I realized that Bill had *beep* himself. It was hot out, we were drunk and sweaty and now Bill was treating everyone nearby to the heavy sulfuric stench of last nights abuse.
Kaity waved a little yellow hand in front of her face and then pointed at Bill..."Ew, you farted...". That was it, we could take no more and excused ourselves to another section (after a lengthy stop at the men's room so Bill could clean up).
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