by waaytoomuchintothis » Sat Jul 11, 2015 5:30 pm
When I was a surveyor, there was one guy on the crew who was a bit whiny and we were always on him about it, so in the winter when no one wanted the windows down in the vehicle, we would stop at a beer joint and, without him noticing, we ate pickled eggs and pig feet along with our beer. About 20 minutes into the drive back to town, the air in that truck would get nearly unbearable and sometimes- loud. When he would finally break and yell at us, we finally opened the windows. Oddly, my wife never thought our shenanigans were very funny when I told her. As tolerant and semi-tomboy as she has always been, the olfactory torture pretty much came under the category of, "All boys are booger brains!"