an 80 year-old’s fecal matter festering in the air
Once, when I was a kid, my family went to a carnival/street party type thing in an other town and my grandmother brought along one of her ancient friends. We’d all been out on the street, but this old girl decided she wasn’t fit to stand outside for long, so she remained in the car.
We’d been there for an hour or so when she wound down the window and started hollering for attention, my grandmother went over to her and asked what was wrong.
Turned out she needed to use the toilet.
My grandmother looked around, saw a family standing in the front yard of their house and decided to take the old girl over and see if the family would let her use their ablutions.
The suggestion didn’t go down well with the old girl, she shuck her head and said “no, no, I don’t think so.”
Frustrated, my grandmother asked why not.
“Well,” she said, “it’s too late.”
Needless to say we had a long car journey home on a hot summer day with the stench of an 80 year-old’s fecal matter festering in the air, a situation made worse as she refused to allow the windows to be fully opened because she was “an old woman, and the draft would do me no good at all”
