A nice respectable lady with a savory smell of perfume got on the bus and sat beside me.
After some moments I dared to ask her: “Excuse me lady do you mind me asking you what is the name of this perfume and where did you buy it from? I want to buy one for my wife.”
The lady responded: “It is Chanel and from Paris.”
About ten minutes later I felt a strong wind in my belly so I slowly blew it out.
Some seconds later she broke and said: “Offf…what is this smell, my God”?
I said: “Garlic and I am from Gilroy, California.”
