It Could Only Happen to Me

We had a very nice Thanksgiving at Bean's. Mom summed up the day nicely, she said it was Grand!

On the way home, when we were just a couple of miles from Mom's, there was a dead cat in the middle of my lane. I could slam on the breaks and let the guy behind me hit me, drive into oncoming traffic, crash into the side of the hill on the right or hit the already dead cat.

It made a sickening sound as it hit the underside of the car and even knowing that it was already dead I felt very bad.

A half a mile later, with my mother sitting right beside me, I said Aw SHIT! John said, what did you do that for?

Go ahead get the song playing in your head - There's a dead SKUNK in the middle of the road, Dead Skunk in the middle of the road and it's STINKING to high, high heaven.

We dropped Mom off and drove home. The stink seemed to lessen somewhat as we made the 40 minute drive. We left the car out away from the garage and I figured it would be fine by the morning.

Go ahead, keep singing because the story doesn't end there. You see, I'm not the smartest Apple on the tree.

On Friday I had a lunch date with a friend in Cortland, just over an hour away. I never went out until it was time to leave. It smelled a bit bad as I walked up to the car. I opened the door and the stench hit me full on. John ran and got me the fabreeze and I sprayed down the upholstery. It was 40º and I started out with all the windows open. I managed that for 5 minutes and then had to put the front ones up half way. I didn't want to turn on the heat and draw the stink in more. I was a popsicle by the time I arrived. I was worried all through lunch that now I smelled too, but my friend assured me that I did not.

I drove home with the windows only cracked, willing to stink rather than freeze. I hope the stink is gone by the time I go back to work on Monday.