Skunk-de-pew # 2.
so I'm visiting some friends across town last night. I aim for the second to last bus, 'cause I know I have work in the morning. (for reference, 2nd to last bus is 10:15, last bus is 11:20) I miss the second to last bus, 'cause there's already 2 people with bikes onnit, and I can just wait. no worries.
Last bus shows up, and so does a middle-aged lady with a bunch of bags on her bike, along with another guy trying to get downtown. the guy got to the bus stop a little after I did, so we've got priority... but it's the last bus. "no worries, take the bus lady, I'll bike it. no worries."
I'm biking along, no problems through the trouble stretches where I've normally seen skunks... I'm thinking "great, home stretch." 'cause most of the rest of the distance is well lit by street lights and the like. I cross a pedestrian bridge, and just before the end of the bridge, I spook a skunk out from one side of the bridge, and he tries to scurry across to the other side ahead of me. I got too close for the skunk's comfort, and he discharged in my general direction.
if the little shit hadn't moved, I wouldn't have even known he was there. It's like the universe thinks I *enjoy* going to the 24 hour grocery stores, and showering my smelly butt in tomato juice until 2 in the morning when work starts at 7:30.
I hope some fox or coon caught the skunk before it's stink glands re-charged.
Anyway, this'll teach me to do the "right thing" and let old ladies ride the bus instead of taking it meself.
Last bus shows up, and so does a middle-aged lady with a bunch of bags on her bike, along with another guy trying to get downtown. the guy got to the bus stop a little after I did, so we've got priority... but it's the last bus. "no worries, take the bus lady, I'll bike it. no worries."
I'm biking along, no problems through the trouble stretches where I've normally seen skunks... I'm thinking "great, home stretch." 'cause most of the rest of the distance is well lit by street lights and the like. I cross a pedestrian bridge, and just before the end of the bridge, I spook a skunk out from one side of the bridge, and he tries to scurry across to the other side ahead of me. I got too close for the skunk's comfort, and he discharged in my general direction.
if the little shit hadn't moved, I wouldn't have even known he was there. It's like the universe thinks I *enjoy* going to the 24 hour grocery stores, and showering my smelly butt in tomato juice until 2 in the morning when work starts at 7:30.
I hope some fox or coon caught the skunk before it's stink glands re-charged.
Anyway, this'll teach me to do the "right thing" and let old ladies ride the bus instead of taking it meself.