It was a nice warm summer morning I-495, Pdawg was driving happily towards Boston. In his care were four young lads anxious to see the joys of the amusement park awaiting them. It’s Pdawgs first summer with the kids, but he has had made many trips so far with his work after school.
Kids being kids they do so many things in cars. Play eye spy, poke each other, throw food, and the best part: Nap. Mr. Dawg thought that he has seen everything… but boy was he wrong.
Glancing forward to the minivan in front of him, and the Rav 4 behind him, Pdawg was itching to push down on the gas more to speed things up but of course being the responsible adult figure, had to stay in the caravan. He pressed skip for the next song, as the music was queueing there was an ominous silence in the car, an odd silence that if one paid attention to more, disaster could have been averted.
Slowly but surely things began to change. The hairs on Pdawgs neck began to prickle as a faint odor began to flirt with his nose. He scanned the car and saw the kids with smiles on their faces, mentally took inventory of his last buffa before assuming that it was the youngin’ in shotgun that decided to do some crop dusting.
The flirting continued, and continued… and soon the smell began to get stronger… getting to second base with his schnoz. Quickly did it round third and before he knew it, the offending odor took residence in his car… with a vengeance.
Coughing in disgust and noting how impressed he was, he quickly rolled down the windows from some alleviation. Unfortunately for pdawg rushing oxygen plus fart equals worse smell. By this time the car was roiling in stink, kids began tearing up in the back and one lad in particular proved to be the weaker of the bunch. With a wail and a cough, he tried to hold it back as the pungent smell was encouraging him, it was a losing battle.
Pdawg looked back in horror as the kid leaned forward and spilled his spaghetti-O lunch on the floor of his car. Everyone screamed. To amend the previous equation, massive stink + vomit = death. With life on the line Pdawg quickly pulled over and got everyone out of the car. A few more minutes of the toxic smells could have spelled disaster, and Pdawg could only shake his head as the rest of the Carvan pulled over to see what was wrong.
“Not a flat” Pdawg said to one of the other drivers, as he began to gather McDonald’s paper napkins to tackle the mess. “Just one silent, but deadly killer.”
