A Random Memory

This memory decided to come back to me. I remember being 14 or 15, being with my dad and going to a McDonalds. Deciding on what poison we were going to eat, a lurking transparent mist of an angry smell was heading right for all of us waiting in line ... waiting for it to punch us right in the nose and then yank some nose hairs out. We were just waiting and talking about whatever it was that were talking about. I have this habit (I'm not saying if it is bad or good, it's just a habit) of commenting on other people around me. Specifically, their appearance and I do it so that only my dad and I know what we are talking about. We're cool like that, we have our on code. So, business as usual, my father was making comments as was I, both of laughing like hyenas with laryngitis. It was so hard to keep a straight face that I would have to start coughing or turn around and let the HAHA loose, since his comments such as, "that woman looks like jabba the hut but with a moustache" or "OoOo, check out those shoes, where can I find a pair like that ..." absolutely kills me. Well the raucous whispered laughter ended with two smacks to the mouth, a smack to the back of the head and a punch in the nose. My dad's "AY M*ERDA" (loosely translated: "OH SH*T") shocked and confused look was the only warning sign I got before I was also dealt with blatant disregard for my private space. The air in my personal space had been violated. The minute we were shanked by this thing we were on RED ALERT looking to see for who the culprit was. My father, with his keen sense of fart detection skills, quickly sized up the chinese woman who was mopping the floors as the Public Air Violator. He turned around and pointed her out. His annoyed confused face turned into laughter once we figured out who the sniper was. For whatever reason, guys seems to fall right back to the primal rules. Anything associated with peepee or kaka makes us laugh hysterically. Its so immature, but its there and all guys have this hardwired into their brains.
I turned around and there she was and so was that angry smell. She was a tiny old woman, just mopping and cracking up. The mopped swished and she would let out a "hee hee hee" after the mustard gas was released. Her laugh was like Minnie Mouse and the stink charges she was detonating were so bad that she physically moved every time she fired one off. No one in the lines complained. No one said anything. They were however, saying tens of thousands of swears with their faces. All of us in line managed to hold out and get our poison. The chinese funk didn't bother us anymore once we got McHypnotized.

There was no particular reason for this story other than I was laughing on the way into work, remembering this moment.