There are six of us in the seven person van. We just crossed the Iowa/Minnesota border headed north for a week of canoeing, camping and fishing. Our bodies and clothes are still clean and fresh when a smell that’s normally reserved for the trip back home wafts over us.
Ed: Whew! Tim was that you?
Tim: Nope. That smell came from the outside.
Ed: No way, Timmy. Unless we just passed a fart farm, that’s all you.