No Explanation For Stinking Blue Clouds
This morning: I'm tearing along whatever road it is that runs parallel to the New York Thruway, so that I can get to the Thruway and then backtrack along it in the other direction (lovely), and I keep encountering these great towering gouts of oil-stinking blue smoke.
It's raining out, and there's misty droplets flying off of other cars, so the Lexus SUV I peg for the cloud-maker because it's "smoking" under the hood turns out to be just fast and wet. Ditto the Jeep Wrangler up the road a bit, and the busted-up old K-Car. Each time, I have the brief thrill of Mystery Solved...but no! No cars have made the stinking blue clouds at all.
So I remain puzzled.
I expect it will gnaw at me until, at last, I am compelled to kill, and leave a puff of burned-oil smoke at each crime scene.
Let's see Grissom figure that out!
Of course, he'd probably use an ant colony to find this blog, and catch me.
Bastard.
