The Lost Codger

The sun was out today and it was beginning to feel like spring had “finally” arrived. I was walking to the post office (yes I go there a lot nowadays since I started my eBay business), in a fairly good mood and was just about to take the deepest breath of fresh spring air when suddenly, a hideous smell managed to penetrate itself into my stumpy Javanese nose.

Yes, that’s right. It was the smell of… uhuh, yup (if you don’t know what I’m talking about, then check out the piece I wrote earlier called “Play Footsy With Me“).

I was on this stretch of sidewalk about half-a-mile long and I could smell it from the beginning right to the end. You can’t help but feel a bit suspicious when the stench was so overwhelming, it made you look at the soles of your shoes every twenty seconds to make sure they haven’t made any contact with anything that would discharge such a nasal-hair-dislodging malodor.

Anyway, I reached the post office safely with no signs of “involuntary collision” anywhere. As I headed back, I used the opposite sidewalk, hoping to avoid the earlier paranoia, plus it was shadier on this side with the tall trees and the sun was beginning to fry my skin.

To my horror, the stench was three times stronger over on this side and this time, I found the culprit.

Lo and behold…

I can assure you, it was a huge pile. The stench was so strong, if I’d gotten any closer, I would be shedding my skin off.

I don’t know about chance or coincidences, but on this sixth day of the sixth month of the sixth year (666), some unknown being left that there…

…and it was pure evil.

More 666 nuttiness here.