When Honesty, Flatulence, and Faith Collide — You’ll Laugh Out Loud!

She smiled. “It’s Chanel. Straight from Paris.”

We rode in silence for a bit, but then nature called… quietly. I let out a soft one, hoping it’d go unnoticed.

A moment later, the lady winced and waved her hand. “Oh my heavens! What is that smell?”

I shrugged and said, “Garlic. I’m from Gilroy, California—the garlic capital of the world.”