This evening as Paul and I were leaving the school to get our dinner, we got gassed. Us and a pack of high school students who ducked inside the glass door entry way of our building to avoid the fumes. It was coming from a passing truck. You'll find out why that's funny at the end.
The truck was driving through the city streets, blasting out some kind of mass insect repellent. It would have been funny because the way the gas was shooting from the contraption on the back made it look like the truck was being propelled by a bunch of fire extinguishers. It turned out being not funny because we got it right in the face.
The smell was like a nasty chemical bouquet of OFF! and the vapor from boiled Dettol (I would imagine.)
We took shelter behind glass until the truck had gone.
"What was that?" I asked Paul.
"Teacher!" he said delighted, "It is a farting situation! Don't you know? That was a fart truck!"
A Canadian writer teaches English and finds out what it's like to be a foreigner.