Some folks may or may not know I've been fishin hard the last few days. I have leaky waders, haven't yet brought them back for replacements. My feet get wet, and there's a helluva lotta
stink clouds hovering around me.
In fairness to Pebbles, for the weekends I scrub up good, and every day I wash my orifices and remember to change my underwear.
But there's a lotta things that I just ain't got time for, changing fresh socks, cleaning the smelly waders, etc. I've been sleeping in my car to get the ability to fish dual tides before work. I'm a real hobo, I tell ya, and smell like one...
So last night I went to see Finchaser to check on his progress from the operation.
I had my waders on, and had to take them and my wet moldy socks off in the garage.
I saw him gag as the pungent aroma of fish, sweat, assorted stink and foot odors wafted into his field of smell.
We then went into his kitchen to talk,
and he had to open 2 windows, and put the super high-speed microwave vent fan on to be able to talk to me without affecting his blood pressure.
His girlfriend walked by us on her way downstairs. I saw her nose and face wrinkle in horror and distinctly heard her gasp for air as she walked past me.
So in a way I'm sorry for that Fin and Michelle, sorry for stinkin up your house. I know you probably had to have a cleaning crew in this morning to get rid of the stank.
But in a way, it ain't important, the fish are chowing and surf's up.
Fin is, after all, a ranking officer of the Effumall club, so I thought he would understand....