Again, another story that I never thought would have a part two... (See Part 1)
I mentioned to my dad that once we had seen my mom pee into a tennis ball can. He was not really surprised. In fact, he told me about the time when it had gotten really warm in LA, and he started to notice an awful smell in his car. Given that the car is a disastrous mess, he went on a full scale search to find the source. Was it some food that had been left and spoiled? Some green juice that had spilled and was now molding over?
Nope! After an hour of searching, he finally found a tennis ball can in the side cup holder... full of urine.
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