Last year, my roommate and I were eating at Stake N Shake one night, and a few actors from a local haunted house were there. They caught our eye and gave us coupons to come to the haunted house. They asked our names and said they’d remember ’em.
So we went.
One of the actors is a “slider”, with a special rig that’s pretty much a rollerskate for his knees. It lets him slide across the floor really fast and make quite a ruckus, which scares everyone he rolls up on.
I have no idea what I’d eaten, but I was really gassy. So I broke wind.
And then, to my horror, came the sound. Not but five seconds after I passed gas, the slider’s face was right in my butt.
… and yes, they remembered our names.