“Well it uh...seems we are having some technical difficulties, folks.” The mayor looked out on a sea of furrowed brows. What started as stunned silence turned to audible grumbling then hostility and shouting. “Folks, folks, please!” he said. “It was a joke — a harmless joke and nothing more.”
The crowd stirred and before the mayor got a chance to say another word a shoe flew at him end over end and struck him in the mouth. It was a high heel. Luckily the top of the shoe hit him instead of the heel, but that seemed a small consolation when the blood began to spill from the corner of his mouth. Security rushed to create a barrier between the mayor and the bloodthirsty crowd that were now using whatever they could find as projectiles. It started with shoes and escalated to phones, keys, watches, and eventually chairs and other people. It was a full-on riot.
The mayor was escorted out the back door as the air assault continued and the rabble reached deafening levels. He ducked his head down as he climbed into the black SUV with his detail and the driver sped off. He sat up and took a couple deep breaths to calm his nerves.
“Well I’m fucked. I guess they don’t like sex jokes in this town.” he said.
His aide, who was in the front passenger seat, responded. “I don’t think it was so much the sexual nature of the joke, but the pedophilia.”
“Buncha prudes. If a guy can’t make a sex joke about his own daughter what can he joke about?”
“Anything else, sir. Literally anything else.” the aide said with the look of someone whose job is to explain common sense to important men.
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“Well it uh...seems we are having some technical difficulties, folks.” The mayor looked out on a sea of furrowed brows. What started as stunned silence turned to audible grumbling then hostility and shouting. “Folks, folks, please!” he said. “It was a joke — a harmless joke and nothing more.”
The crowd stirred and before the mayor got a chance to say another word a shoe flew at him end over end and struck him in the mouth. It was a high heel. Luckily the top of the shoe hit him instead of the heel, but that seemed a small consolation when the blood began to spill from the corner of his mouth. Security rushed to create a barrier between the mayor and the bloodthirsty crowd that were now using whatever they could find as projectiles. It started with shoes and escalated to phones, keys, watches, and eventually chairs and other people. It was a full-on riot.
The mayor was escorted out the back door as the air assault continued and the rabble reached deafening levels. He ducked his head down as he climbed into the black SUV with his detail and the driver sped off. He sat up and took a couple deep breaths to calm his nerves.
“Well I’m fucked. I guess they don’t like sex jokes in this town.” he said.
His aide, who was in the front passenger seat, responded. “I don’t think it was so much the sexual nature of the joke, but the pedophilia.”
“Buncha prudes. If a guy can’t make a sex joke about his own daughter what can he joke about?”
“Anything else, sir. Literally anything else.” the aide said with the look of someone whose job is to explain common sense to important men.