Thornton, Colorado, May, 1981.
I went to visit my friend to see if I could get a job working construction with him. He and I went to Der Wienerschnitzel restaurant (it's just Wienerschnitzel now).
They had those wooden benches to sit on in the booths. We got our order and proceeded to eat our hot dogs. I had a fart brewing up inside me from drinking beer at the Coors brewery the day before. I said to myself "what the fuck" and leaned over on my cheek and let one rip.
People froze while putting a hotdog in their mouths. Conversations stopped. We couldn't stop laughing. I let one go on my way out the door.
We laughed at that for years.