Gotta call out a jag whenever it’s appropriate… even if the jag is one of the jags! Make sense?
Here’s the sitch: It was a very busy couple of weeks… we traveled to the National Comedy Center for a VIP bus trip. We went back to the National Comedy Center for a behind-the-scenes video gig as part of their annual comedy festival. We then flew to Philly for a Frontier Airlines challenge. In between those trips, we tried to maintain sanity with changing the podcast venue.
Blah, blah, blah.
With all of the driving and running around trying to maintain sanity, at some point, we continued to smell an increasingly bad smell in the car. Even poor Will R, who is used to traveling around with a load of stanky hockey equipment, wondered what the stench was. Some times the smell was in the car and sometimes it wasn’t.
With Cyril Wecht no longer with us, it was hard to get to the bottom of this mystery.
Well.. the end result.. the stench was a pair of socks, for some reason, stuffed into my work backpack! So the smell was in the car when the backpack was in the car and not in the car when not traveling with the backpack. The smell was progressively awful when the backpack was left, each day, in the car.. .during one of the hottest summers Pittsburgh has had in years!
No idea why the socks were in the backpack but…. mystery solved… the stanky socks were dumped into a garbage can near the ALCOSAN plant… because who would notice there?
Meantime….I’m calling my self a jagoff…. get your $h!t together, JC…. stop carrying your dirty laundry in your backpack… YaJagoff!
