Valet Log: 031811 — Scent Of a Woman
Farting and Parting
Just parked a car for a young woman dressed to kill. Regret to report that she left a most unlady-like aroma in which I was forced to navigate the vehicle.
I believe my grandfather, in describing one of my grandmother’s loathsome traits (though in 60 odd years, he was never able to prove that she, in fact, was the habitual perpetrator), called it “pooting and scooting”. Or was it “farting and parting”?
