The Wife and I carpool most of the time. We work just a few blocks apart and our schedules are usually in sync. So, it makes sense to ride together.
Friday afternoon, I left work, drove over to where she works, and called when I got there.
Called her desk phone.
So, I decided to get out of the car and enjoy the outside while I waited for her.
Called her cell phone, no answer, then left a message. This while I was standing on the sidewalk.
I waited about ten minutes, then she came out the door.
We walked over to the car, I unlocked, opened the door, and she got inside.
I walked around to the driver's side, opened the door, and sat down in the seat.
That's when I smelled it.
It was an unpleasant smell. Very unpleasant.
I looked over at her, thinking ... well, you remember the old SmartBeep commercial, right?
She was looking at me. Only, it wasn't a guilty look. It was more ... accusing.
"You couldn't wait?" she asked.
"Well, if I had known what was in store, I would have let the windows down and walked around the car a few times," I replied.
"What?" She didn't understand. She thought I had let one loose. And I thought her lunch from Country's Barbeque had reacted badly.
"Wasn't me," I said.
"Wasn't me," she said.
Was one of us lying?
Turns out, she said, there had been a problem with smells in the restrooms at her workplace.
I thought: "The restroom smells like sh*t? Well, duh!"
But, she was saying, a bad smell was coming in, perhaps from the city sewage system, and that may have been what we encountered.
At least, that's the story we're both sticking to.