When you walk through NYC, you could be having a lovely walk when suddenly the smell of urine or something worse will smack you in the nose so hard you want to hurl.
When we were at the baggage claim at Chicago O’Hare last week, there was a woman sitting on a bench near Tina who was resting her barking pups. The woman may have been homeless. Her attire was dirty, and she had pushed her feet off her ashy feet.
From five or six feet away, she smelled like she’d be dipped in sewage and the stuff that comes out of Talulah’s anal glands.
I’m trying to decide which odor I hate most.
Although, because of all New York’s positive traits, the odor smacks are much more justifiable.
Yesterday morning at around 10 a.m. my phone rang. My aunt called me to let me know my cousin Steve’s car broke down near Madison, Wi. She didn’t know if that was close enough for me to help out in any way.
I hung up with her and called Steve. He said he was okay and would figure it out. He would call me back if something came up.
I didn’t hear back from him, so I figured all was okay.
My phone rang again about 4:15. It was Steve. He explained that the first car breakdown was fixed, but now his brakes went out and he was stranded close to O’Hare airport. I told him I would jump in the car and get him.
Of course it was rush hour, and it took a long time to get there. I picked him up. We found a tow truck and mechanic nearby. But we forgot to leave the keys in the car. So we headed back to the car to leave the keys inside. It took us another hour and we were probably a mile away.
I took him into the city. We picked up Tina and grabbed a burger at a local restaurant. Then I had to cruise to my pool league.
It was nice to get a chance to catch up with him. What a happy accident. I don’t know Steve all that well. He lives in Grand Rapids, and he’s about 8 years younger than I.
So I did my good deed for the year, so don’t go calling me if you’re stranded in Chicago.