One Way To End An Argument

It’s late and I haven’t written today’s blog post and I’m super tired but I also really don’t want to break my streak, so here’s a quick story.

The kids are always fighting about who gets to ride shotgun in the car.

It’s an ongoing argument/battle/whatever.

I’ve been driving my parents’ car while my car is in the shop.

My parents’ car is much smaller than my Suburban.

It seats four passengers.

Something is wrong with the back windows and they don’t roll down.

Also there’s something going on with the air conditioning and it kind of smells. Especially when you first turn it on.

ALSO it’s been over 90°F for a few days now, so the car is extra hot and extra fragrant.

Nobody wants to sit in the back because you can’t open the windows and the air conditioned air coming out of the vents smells like a combination of dirty socks and puke.

So one kid got in the front and one kid trapped in the smelly back was not happy.

An argument ensued over who could sit in the front where it didn’t smell.

Until the person riding shotgun ripped a big one and then said,

THERE. NOW IT SMELLS IN THE FRONT SEAT, TOO.

And that was the end of that argument.