Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Zombie Breath

This weekend, we took a taxi to the airport. We thought we were going to be late because he was 20 minutes late getting to our house and we hadn't allowed for much time anyway, being that the flight was at 6:20 am! I hate that, too, because when I have to leave that early, I never get adequate sleep because I'm always waking myself up to look at the clock, worried that the alarm might not be set right. Anyway, when the taxi finally arrived, it was an old Russian guy who was nice enough, but when we got in the car, it smelled like a rotting corpse! Margaret quickly rolled her window down, which didn't help a lot, so we just had to endure it. After a bit, the smell went away--and not because our noses were desensitized to the stench, but because it really was gone. Then, the cab driver started making small talk, and as soon as he started talking the smell came back--yes, his breath was so bad that the smell filled the entire car! Margaret and I were trying not not laugh but also not breathe, all while trying not to engage him in any conversation. We should have pretended we were deaf like on that Seinfeld episode. We finally got to the airport, where we were able to rinse out our lungs with the sweet, sweet fragrance of jet fuel fumes. Ahhh.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Maybe there was a hidden camera in the cab to capture peoples responses to the stench.

Anonymous said...

It could be a health issue or it could be the shit sandwich the guy had for lunch.