Farting on the Road to Copenhagen

She was a fresh, new and nicely appointed Volvo with less than 300 miles. Oh, and supple white leather seats.

I get to call her a she because estrogen wreaks havoc on my life and I am the author of this story.

It happened while on the road. Specifically on the road to Copenhagen. I don’t speak a lick of Swedish, even less Danish, but I am pretty damn sure of it. I did some checking and my best friend who traveled the road with me is most certain of it. Read the rest of this entry »