Someone left the manhole cover off, so I fell into the sewer.

I landed in the dank morass, but I didn’t mind because if it were hard ground, I might have injured my feet and/or legs.

I rode the current of the sewer rapids for roughly a half hour, then was promptly ejected out off a cliff side into the ocean below.

The ocean’s water was colder, so it took me a few minutes to adapt.

While treading water, a whale sidled up next to me.

The whale said, “You smell.”

I explained that I’d recently been traveling in sewer water.

The whale said, “Oh, then it should soon go away.”

I said, “I’m hoping so.”