Okay, I've got one.

Mar 25, 2004 20:34

When I was about nine years old, my mom, who was teaching Geology at the time, took me on a long trip around the islands of Indonesia. This was part of a course she was co-teaching with some colleagues about the natural history of the islands.

At one point, we ended up in a room at a tiny hotel on one of the remote islands. We were sharing this room with one of the other professors. (I'll call her "Dr. R.") Anyway, the room was basically a little thatch hut kind of deal with one narrow bunk bed in it. My mom and I were squished into the upper bunk, and Dr. R was in the lower bunk.

Now, Dr. R is one of these ferocious types with a heart of gold. She's a great person, but definitely not someone you want to be on the bad side of. One makes every effort not to get on her nerves. So we were lying there very quietly in the upper bunk, and everyone was starting to drift off to sleep.

Then, suddenly, from the depths of the lower bunk, there comes the longest, loudest, most gurgly fart I have ever heard. We listened in awe as this went on . . . It seems like it must have lasted about a minute.

My mom and I didn't dare laugh, or even look at one another, for that matter. All we could do was roll over and bury our faces in the pillows and shake with silent mirth.
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