As I rounded the bend of the Chicago river on this beautifully-sunny-slightly-crisp morning I first smelled him…then I saw him – a guy about 50 feet ahead of me smoking away...inhaling-exhaling - I love it!
My normal m.o. is to kick the pace into high gear and get in front of the smoker....and today was no exception....but the closer I got to this guy the more aggravated I became....why do I have to smell that stench?
It was then I decided to retaliate...a little sharing and caring of my own...so as I got around him....
I farted....he shared his smell - I shared mine!
Now we are even, Steven.
Except...at the very moment I farted...a slight wind came up off the river and pushed not only the smell of his smoke forward into my face....but my mr. farty smell too.
cigs and pooh...ewww