Audience Stunned After Joy Behar Takes A Tumble On ‘The View’

Joy Behar’s recent misadventure on “The View” brought unexpected excitement to the set. Despite the show’s efforts to ensure a comfortable experience with upgraded seating, the 80-year-old comedian found herself taking an unplanned detour to the floor, resulting in an amusing incident.

 

On Thursday, Behar humorously revisited the live TV moment when her attempt to land on a “dangerous” swivel chair went astray. Reflecting on the incident, she quipped, “Remember when I fell on stage here? My tush missed the seat.”

 

Whoopi Goldberg shared her perspective on the mishap, emphasizing the audience’s limited view compared to the hosts witnessing Behar’s struggle to avoid the floor. Describing the ordeal, Goldberg remarked, “We saw you trying to figure out how not to fall onto the floor, and that was scary because you don’t know whether to catch you and potentially bother you by touching you.”

 

In Behar’s typical comedic fashion, she likened her workplace to an amusement park, humorously comparing the moving chairs to a swirling ride at Coney Island. The silver lining of her impromptu rollercoaster act was the introduction of new safety features – stationary chairs with four tall legs, a square seat, and an adjoining back.

Displaying the upgraded seats on Thursday, Behar showcased the show’s commitment to preventing similar incidents. However, not everyone found the new accommodations perfect. Goldberg chimed in, humorously stating, “They’re not new to my behind because my behind doesn’t fit in this chair, as I’ve mentioned many times.”

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