My wife and I went downtown for dinner one evening recently. Upon
getting out of the car, there was a strong odor in the air. My wife thought it
was “weed”. I thought it was a skunk. Granted, we were downtown where there
typically are no skunks. However, this was a slow night, and I thought one may
have wandered by. She thought the valet parking guy had smoked some weed. Maybe
he found some weed in somebody’s car. That’s a nice employee benefit if you’re
into that type of thing. (“Sure I took it. We can’t have people driving around
with that stuff!”)
Well, we never settled our discussion; we never found out
what it was. I told my wife that I was willing to compromise my position just
to close the discussion. I was willing to split the difference and say that maybe
it was a skunk who had indulged in some weed. Stay tuned.
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