A funny thing happened last week on a driving test. The test was not all that remarkable. The gentleman was an experienced driver who needed to re-test for his license. He had developed a habit of bad hand placement, but otherwise he was a good driver.
We stopped at one intersection waiting for traffic to clear so we could make a right turn. Suddenly, I heard a noise like a dull pop. The driver passed gas.
Flatulence, in and of itself, is not remarkable. This instance was funny, though, because the car alarm of a nearby parked began to sound right after the gaseous expulsion. Even funnier was the look on the guys face that said, "did I do that?"