STINKY GUY

Following our fabulous day at sea we were all famished and decided on a quaint dinner in Little Italy found in the heart of San Diego. Cherylynn was feeling a little under the weather and Don hailed a bicylcle cab for her. The other Don and I decided to go with her and we told the guy to take us to the best restaurant that he knew. We piled in and off we went.

There is no kind way to say this. Our bicylcle guy was stinky. Really stinky. It was like he hadn't showered in weeks. Don was behind him and took a direct hit. All he could do was hold his nose and power through it. Cherylynn and I took the back splash and were gasping for air. We tried to talk but it was just not going to happen. It was all we could do not to pass out.

Mercifully, by the grace of God, we arrived at the restaurant of choice and we scrambled out of the cart and threw him our tips. We didn't even wait to see if the eating establishment had room for us.

Next time we drop Cherylynn off in our car.