The foul drive

On a trip to Monterey a friend of mine accompanied me on the trip. We stopped for a bite to eat at an A&W somewhere in the middle of the trip. About an hour after the pit stop a foul order came thru thje vents. I tried everything to air out the car. I looked over at my roadtrip buddy and asked if he smells that. He just looked straight ahead, not saying a word. A few minutes later the foul stench came back even worse. He still didn't peep a word. By the third time that this horrible roadkill smell came back, I looked at him and said, You do it again and you're walking to Monterey.

Leesa Williams