Okay, maybe it’s just funny on one, basic level. But on that level, it’s pretty damned funny.
I was helping a friend of mine pick up some canvases from the art school yesterday (a 3’x5’ and a 6"x7’). We each had the day off, and were still a little goofy from the night before. That, and I think I had inhaled a few too many paint fumes in the studios. So, as we’re walking out of the building, a busload of schoolchildren is walking in. They were in uniforms from the local private school, and were all on their best behavior (all of them were very deliberate in saying “excuse me” and “why thank you, Phil for opening the door.”).
We loaded the canvases (canvi?) into his truck, when it started raining. He didn’t want to get them wet, so we decided to come back some other time. We brought them back inside, upstairs in the studio. At this point, the students’ tour was in full force. So was my gas. I waited until I was downstairs to unload, where there wouldn’t be any children. However, what I didn’t notice was the large open air foyer that I had stepped under - I had just audibly let loose in front of about 25 onlookers.
Well, the tour looked pretty boring. I hope I made their day.