Getting into the car headed to Costco…
Jenn: It smells like fart in here.
Hal: (deadpan) I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Jenn: No seriously, it smells like fart. (I start hysterically laughing) Were you farting the whole way home?
Hal: (He starts laughing too) I don’t smell anything.
Jenn: It’s impossible to deny. You should’ve at least cracked a window. I’m surprised you didn’t suffocate.
As soon as he turns the key, I quickly roll down my window.
Jenn: Roll down yours.
Hal: Why? It’s cold.
Jenn: We need the cross ventilation to get rid of the fart smell.
Hal: (still chuckling) I think you’re imagining things. It smells fine.
Two hours later, we’re getting back in the car after walking the entire floor of Costco.
Hal: It smells like fart in here.
We both burst out laughing, as we quickly roll down the windows.
The mystery may be gone, and the honeymoon may be over but the good times, as small, silly and insignificant (and smelly) as they may seem at times roll on.
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