Anecdotal Interlude #2 — Skunk on the Subway

I am up north in Mount Kisco last weekend. Shortly before I leave, the skunks under the deck start fighting, possibly with the raccoons that also have an encampment under the deck.

I hear the scuffle, and a minute later comes the smell, which is not so bad in small doses. This burst is big enough to enter into the living room, and later I discover, my stuff.

An hour later, I take a Metro North train to Grand Central and catch the subway downtown. I get off the train at Union Square to transfer to the Q.

On my way up the steps, a young black guy points to the computer case in my left hand and asks: “You got weed in there?”

I tell him it’s the bottle of whiskey I just buy, and walk on.

I guess people really do like the smell of skunk.