A Stinky Halloween

You have most likely heard of a scary Halloween, but I am going to tell you about a stinky one.

A few years back our family went to several local haunted houses. Someone got the great idea to drive to Fremont. They have a place that takes a hay rack ride into the haunted woods. We all remembered it to be a pretty awesome place. It turned out to not be what our memory thought it was.

On our way home, I drove, my husband was in the front seat and my daughter and one of her friends were in the back. The ride to Fremont takes you on dark highways through farm land. For some reason, unknown to any of us, my husband loves the smell of skunk. One of these dark highways takes us past a dead skunk and he is more than happy to "smell it up before it gets away".
   

I hate the smell of skunk and should have known better than to make an issue of this smell.

The smell was so strong I began to gag as I was driving down the road.  Encouraged by my gagging and the laughter from the back seat, my husband opens his window all the way. I am now yelling and gagging because he begins fanning the smell into the car at me and shouting "ahh skunk yum yum". The back seat is laughing probably to the point of wetting themselves.  What could I do but pull over to the side of the road, which, let me tell you is no easy task while tears stream down your face. I did find the shoulder of the road and got out of the car just before "loosing it" (a small portion of my dinner, of course).

I was furious and the fact that I was the butt of the joke made me even madder. 
That was the last time ever that I will drive my family to haunted houses.

Happy Halloween Everyone!

Net