There's some brass in that ass!

Adam and I finally left Virginia Beach on Saturday night. We had a late start due to various things -- mostly work and getting last minute stuff taken care of at home. During our drive up, we stopped on 64 at the rest stop just past West Point. I sat in the car while Adam went to the bathroom.

When he got back to the car, he was laughing to himself. I asked him what was so funny. He said a guy came into the bathroom (apparently we drove by this particular man in the parking lot). They were both standing there at the urinals when the man's son came in. Not long after that, Adam said the man let out a ridiculous fart. You know, the kind with "good out," "nice tone," etc. Immediately afterwards, Adam said the man said, "Aw, yeah, that's right baby." Apparently lots of laughter broke out in the bathroom as the man and his son started cracking up at his father's flatulence.

My husband, being the brilliant master of one-liners, then proceeds to say, "That sounded like a tuba."