You all know what it is, but you might get an additional chuckle here.
As you know one of my jobs was a wedding photographer. I got my own wedding gigs through word of mouth and I also worked for a studio and was sent out by them on the day of the wedding. I did weddings when I was 19 to 26. I stopped when I was 26 because I married your Mother, Jill, and while spending Saturday, shooting weddings until sometimes late into the night was great fun when I was single, I wanted to have my Saturday nights with Linda, when we got married.
So here I was on a Saturday, some time between 19 and 26 at St Teresa's Church in Runnemede doing a big wedding. The church is big and beautiful with stained glass windows which let in a beautiful light as the ceremony was progressing. I was running around the church getting fantastic shots in the beautiful light. I headed toward the back of the church because I wanted to get away from the crowd because I really needed to fart. I got to the back of the church just as the bride and groom were starting to say their wedding vows so I figured I better fart and get up front for the wedding kiss. I farted away from everyone, at the very back of the acoustically perfect church and it sounded like a rifle went off. The sound echoed through the church. Everyone in the church turned around including the bride and groom. The priest just looked up from his bible. There I was at the back of the church with about 200 people looking at me and nowhere to hide. I turned around and looked behind me hoping that someone might be there but there was just the church wall behind me, everyone at the wedding knew it was me and I had to face them all as their photographer the rest of the day. It was definitely the most embarrassing event of my life.
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