Passing Gas

Driving in Old Town, Chicago.

It was cloudy and pouring rain. For whatever reason, the inside of my car, even with the windows up and no heat or a/c was warm and stuffy. Usually, my car stays cool, especially because it was very cool in the City today.

I picked up a a couple of fellows, good looking, mid thirties. I believe they were Gay - no bearing on the story, just describing.

A  Led Zeppelin tune was playing, and I liked the song I was hearing. I thought maybe I can sing this one for my up coming gig?

I asked the guys, if they knew the name of the song.

"It's Led Zepplin, I know that, just don't know the name of the song."

"I'm trying to come up with new tunes to sing for my upcoming gig."

"Where are you performing?"

"Oh, Northwest Suburbs."

"You need to get yourself into the City and start performing here, we would come out and see you. Do you mind if we roll down the windows?"

"No, not at all."

"What kind of rating would you give us, if we passed gas back here?"

Laughing, "Dude, I would graciously roll down the window, and give you a five star rating. I can't control bowel movements and/or flatulence. It's a natural human thing."

We all had a hardy laugh.