The Whole Pie

Charlie was certain that the waiter farted just as he was leaving their table. "Molly", Charlie hissed, "Did you hear that? The waiter just farted." "Ugg, Charlie, no he didn't.  It was probably just his shoe, or your chair," Molly responded in disgust. "No, Molly, I know what I heard.  Ewww, and the smell, it smells like eggs.,"  "Stop it, Charlie!" Molly hissed back. "The people behind you are eating huevos rancheros.  Be quiet, you're going to cause a scene."

Charlie was fanning his face now and making gagging noises.  Molly was the color of a tomato at this point and tried to slide under the table.  The waiter and the manager had returned in a hurry, asking what was the problem. "Like you don't know," Charlie snapped, "give us our bill, we're leaving."  Molly was the first one out the door, leaving Charlie to quickly pay the bill.  Her demeanor was that of a cornered badger by the time Charlie made it to the car.

It was a silent ride home.