Farting is unavoidable in my situation. Truck stop food and the digestive system don't play nice with each other. Should hear some of these other drivers in the bathrooms, sounds like their guts are turning inside out. Some of them full sprint through the bathroom into the toilet, slam the door so hard that the doors to the left and right open up, then all you hear is desparate breathing and belt buckle fighting each other, a moan or two, zip, pants drop and within a couple milliseconds of each other it's *** on the seat followed by the sound of a whoopie cushion filled with vaseline or something. Then comes the ever so loud moan of relief followed by the infamous "oh jesus h" or "****in ****... oh god... oh god... yes!"
I finally got it through to him today, aired out the truck and I can't smell anything now. The vents still put out this clean smell, almost like the air you would smell in a static clean laboratory or something. Been blasting that all day and night.
1991 YJ: Daily Driver
1992 YJ: Pile of crap sitting in the garage.