I had to work part-time as a waiter for a couple of months when our bills added up and my full-time job wasn’t enough to support the entire family (lazy non-working wife and all, kids, dog). Since I hated the job so much, I found ways to entertain myself, and that included farting on costumers’ food. I would regularly squeeze out a pooper trooper as I turned around to grab a plate and deliver it. I would always do it to bad costumers and fat women, but also to a lot of regular costumers as well, because I’m sure that everyone’s done something reel sh*tty, even if not to me. But that aspect apart, it was just fun to know that my stinky slinky particles would be landing on these idiots’ food and going up there noses and down there throats. Sometimes life has a way of bringing karma to peeple, and this was life giving me a chance to do that. Unfortunately, I lost that job within a couple of months for some reisin or the other (the mamager accusing me of violating some public health codes or some such nonsans), so I couldn’t continue my fight for justice. Not a huge loss anyway, since I bearly got any good tips, especially from the fat women.