Fuya and I were on our way to dinner the other day, right? We're in an Uber. Fuya turns to me and he says, Oh, remember, we've got recording on Thursday, and I just kiss my teeth. The driver in front of us raises his finger like this, and he said, Guys, sorry to interrupt. Just so you know, I can hear everything you're saying. Then he goes, The reason the car smells the way it does is because I have a gastrointestinal problem, and it's an illness.
Are we synchronized pardon?
Yeah, we gave a pardon. What did you say? Then immediately to my head, I was thinking, and you didn't open the windows, no? At no point when you were farting this picture, did you think it might smell a bit? Listen, he was hotboxing the whole thing. Yeah, he was hot boxing us involuntarily. When we said anything to do with anything, he immediately got defensive and was like, It's an illness.
I hear everything you say.
What would you have done if all that settled and he was like, Oh, shit, my bad. What would you do then if at that point, I just opened my window and stuck my head out like that?
Oh, we're like, Now you know what world we're living in. I don't think I'd be able to look at him. I'd wait for you to open it. I'd laugh and laugh and laugh and just pray that we are close to our destination because I think we were. We were very close. At that point, we were very close, which I think he tactically planned. Yeah, he did tactically plan. Because he didn't want a back and forth.
Yeah, he couldn't have said that. Out of the 25-minute journey, he couldn't have said that at minute 10. No, we got 15 left because I would have grilled him on it. I would have been like, Now that you mention it, I'm starting to smell the air thick.
The pheromones of air.
Yeah, and I it was where we are in the hemisphere. But, brother.