The one I remember is a sweet old gentlemen who used to come with his family (I guess because they wouldn't pay attention to him any other time). Well, during the last prayer, an old, softspoken brother took the stand. The prayer was almost unintelligible. Well, the fella next to me starts to make little grunts and squeals. He started rocking side to side on his heels. Then he releases a putter.
Continuing to rock side to side, he squeals again. Another putter. People around the hall are looking now.
I'm starting to choke on my tounge.
The old guy farts again and started mumbling ,"oh my, oh my" with each putt. I was near death. I wanted to throw myself on the ground and laugh for hours.
And the mumbling prayer just kept on going. A real marathon prayer.
Finally, the guy next to me says, "Oh no!" in a horrified whisper, and a gigantic fart escaped his wrinkled cheeks!!! I started laughing out loud and loudly. I laughed until I cried. I never was forgiven by people for that meeting.
It's a shame because the old guy crapped himself, I think.
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