it’s in the air

Unfortunately on my walk to the metro this morning something really was in the air, the penetrating scent of the porta-potty company cleaning out the johns for the construction site for the condos going up right next to the metro station. Normally I just have to breathe through my mouth to avoid the smell of them since they’re right next to the sidewalk but today no amount of pinching the nose and holding the breath could get the smell out of my nostrils. It’s not enough we’ll have to suffer when the yuppies move into the overpriced condos, we should also suffer now because the construction site can’t place their johns in a better spot? Later this morning, at the Starbucks my bill rung up to $6.66. — Smell of feces, 666… is something going on I need to know about? I better not get a visit from Patrick Troughton in a priest outfit.

So to counteract the impending evil, I bring you this:

Ah… I feel better now.