I’m driving home from Charleston, South Carolina. It’s been a great week of vacation and I’ve driven a lot of miles. In fact, by the time I get home tonight I will have logged over 3200 miles this week.
I stopped at a Rest Area in central Ohio. Ironically, Bath, Ohio to be exact. I wanted to make a sandwich and use the restroom.
As I opened the car door I was immediately and violently assaulted… by a smell. This smell was overwhelming. This smell could not have been worse if I were standing on a pile of manure while it rained raw sewage on me. It was bad.
When I looked up there was an employee standing at the building entrance. He had his shirt pulled up over his nose in what was surely a failing attempt to shield himself from this apparent airborne invasion of excrement.
“Thanks! What is that smell?” I asked him as he opened the door for me.
“I don’t know!” He exclaimed muffled through his t-shirt gas mask.
“I believe it’s called ‘Ohio.’” I told him with a smile and taking a whiff.
*Disclaimer: I actually only thought that last line, but didn’t say it. I’m not THAT mean.
The End
