St. Paddy’s Day, stinky style

I’m nowhere close to being Irish, but neither is the majority of the populous drinking green beer at lunchtime. I opted out of the brew (at least until this evening), choosing green water instead. It was a tough outing. There were plenty of fish willing to take flies – those in my immediate vicinity had a hankerin’ for JPL’s Rubber-Legged Scorpions, as well as blood worms and Barr’s Emergers, but I just couldn’t put it together. Maybe I just wanted to get back to the office (unlikely, but you’ve got to give me a gold green star for trying).

The Irish aren’t the only ones whose favorite color is green

On the bright side, as I pulled into the parking lot some dude was walking up from his morning outing. He said he’d picked up eight (bastard), but when he tried to start his truck it was full of bologna. So I gave him a jump. I’d done my good deed for the day, although I’d probably trade a whole bunch of fights plus a whole lotta nothing (and a truck that starts) for a slimy net, a dead battery, and a friendly face.

That’s luck of the Irish for ya’.

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