Myron Kotchman was a renowned physician who earned his undergraduate and medical degrees at the state university in his home town and then left for Manhattan, NY where he quickly rose to the top of his field. Some time later, Dr. Kotchman was invited to deliver a significant paper at a conference, coincidentally held in his home town.
As Dr. Kotchman walked on stage and placed his papers on the lectern, but they slid off onto the floor. When he bent over to retrieve them, at precisely the wrong instant, he inadvertently farted loudly. The podium microphone picked up and amplified his emission thunderously resoundinging through the room and reverberating down the hall.
Dr. Kotchman was absolutely mortified in the silence that followed, but somehow regained his composure just enough to deliver his paper. He ignored the resounding applause and raced out the stage door, never intending to be seen in his home town again.
Decades later, when his elderly mother was ill, Dr. Kotchman returned to visit her. He reserved a hotel room under the name of Cooke and arrived under cover of darkness.
The desk clerk asked him, "Is this your first visit to our city, Mr. Cooke?"
Dr. Kotchman replied, "Well, young man, no, it isn't. I grew up and received my education here, but then I moved away."
“Why haven't you come back for a visit?" asked the desk clerk.
Actually, I did visit once, many years ago, but to tell you the truth an embarrassing thing happened, and since then I've been too ashamed to return."
The clerk consoled him. "Sir, while I don't have your life experience, one thing I have learned is that often what seems embarrassing to me isn't even remembered by others. I bet that's true of your incident, too."
Dr. Kotchman replied, "Son, I doubt that's the case with my incident."
"Was it a long time ago?"
"Yes, many years."
The clerk asked, "Was it before or after the Kotchman Fart?"
, bloddy hell chessy but made me laugh
