This happened at my first radio gig in college. The midday guy had been out and had a couple beers this particular night I was on the air. He picked up a couple college-age girls and brought them back to the station. They, too, had been drinking. Midday guy is standing in the door of the control room and the two girls are standing in front of the window above the board looking in on me. I open the mic and go live, midday guy goes areound the corner and gives them a signal. The two girls raise their shirts and press their bare breasts against the window. I stammer and keep going, while out the corner of my eye I see the midday guy go running around the corner into the sales office. The girls run out and the midday guy comes back into the control room green around the gills. Apparently the girl that was closer to him didn't put on deodorant that morning. He said when she raised her arm to raise her shirt, the funk of 10,000 years hit him and he ran into the sales office and puked in the trashcan. I never saw the girls after the ran out of the station and the midday guy was my best man at my wedding.
See? Crazy stories can have happy endings.