A very smallish demigod, kinda-sorta.
Actually, I think I am the deity for a small mud puddle that developed in a pothole last week. Anyway, to the point. I drove in RT. 40 today (like my Dad keeps insisting) without getting lost, hardly. I jumped off 95, I dodged left, cut right, then there I was – on Polaski HWY (Rt. 40). I was so happy that I jumped out at the stop lights and started high-fiving people on the sidewalk (complementing them on the Elvis Shrines in the windows).
OK, so people were looking at me funny. It’s not every day that they meet with a mud-puddle-in-a-pot-hole demi-god. Some wanted to give me gifts, some wanted to alter my limbs. One guy offered me this white stuff, but I’m just not the baby powder after the bath kind of guy. Expensive stuff, too: Twenty bucks for just this little itty-bitty bag of baby powder!
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Soon, we will be having a “Poacher finally found his way out of a wet paper bag” party later this week – all are invited.
