I can’t make myself burp. I’ve never been able to do that. Over and over again people have tried to teach me this skill — for some reason they feel very strongly about needing me to learn.  To make me a man. (Good luck!)  “You just need to swallow some air!” I just can’t do it. I don’t get it. Sorry.

Which is why the following phenomenon is so interesting. And before I continue, I want to be clear that this is not some really corny joke or horribly bad pun. Every time I drive on I-90 to Western Massachusetts, and I pass by the exit sign for Belchertown, MA… I burp. When this happened the first time I just laughed and thought it was a comical coincidence. But this has now happened 6 times in a row. Every time. I look up. I see the sign. I burp. Is something psychosomatic going on or something?! I have no idea. Theories currently being accepted.