Fweeeeeeep

Last night, we went out for dinner after I picked up Debbie at work. As we were pulling out of the parking lot, I could hear a high-pitched whistle. I quickly checked the car's gauges. The whistle stopped. Wait! There it is again! Leaking tire? I quickly glance around the interior of the vehicle trying to get a directional. I happened to catch Debbie's eye. She cracks up laughing. Then I realized why I was having such a hard time figuring out where that confounded whistle was coming from and why it kept starting and stopping.

I had a snot whistle.

Sheesh.