Milton S. Flindall
"Pizza"
Just checked out your page and thought I'd pass on this story of mine, and believe me it is TRUE.
I worked for a taxi company in a small city of about 15,000 people, many of them who worked on the RCAF base on the edge of town. One of our lest favourite places to go for a pick-up was the Junior Ranks bar on the base, mostly because of the stupid or rowdy or just plain incapable drunks; but also because of the inconsiderate ones who expected you to wade through the milling drunken lot of them asking who had called for a taxi. One night dispatch sent me over and I had to go through that mess. After I found the fare I went outside to wait in my car. It just so happened that I was somewhat flatulent that night and just as I got settled I had a major power eruption that was oh-so-satisfying ( as you know they can be). In a few short seconds the fare came out and got into the car, an obnoxious drunk woman and her military drinking partners. "Oh!" she said as she settled herself into the back seat, "What's that smell? You just delivered a pizza didn't you?" I swore to her that I hadn't but then I decided that if my gas smelt that good to her then that was payback enough for making me have to go drag her out of the bar. Hope you enjoy that one.
(ex car 3)