The Stink of Decipher
Since my car was in the shop on the morning after the skunk incident, I had to get up extra-early on Friday morning so I could drop Stacey off at work and have a car to get to Decipher to put in my last day of packing up at the office. On the way to the law school where she works, we stopped at Starbucks for coffee. While we were between Starbucks and Southwestern, every time I took a sip of my drink, it was like I could taste the skunk. Stacey said she couldn't smell it. It was chalked up to my imagination.
I dropped Stacey off at work and headed for Decipher. They had taken my key on Thursday (so I couldn't get into the office in the middle of the night and steal all their stuff, I guess) and Ross the Bossman hadn't arrived by the time I got there, so I walked across the street to have breakfast at the greasy spoon in the bowling alley. And every time I took a bite of egg it was like I could taste the goddam skunk. By this point I was getting embarassed. If I could still smell skunk on myself after my nose had twelve hours to adjust, the others in the packed restaurant must be dying.
And then it hit me. I tested my theory and sure enough, my watch was positively eye-watering. Every time I brought my left hand anywhere near my face a wave of skunk washed over me.
The funniest thing is this: it was the Middle-earth watch Decipher had given all of their employees for Christmas in 2002. It all fit — the stink I couldn't shake was my Decipher watch with the picture of Frodo on it.
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