As you probably read yesterday, I was worried about the cable being covered with urine after being left out on a street in Hollywood all night.
The good news is that the cable didn’t get pissed on, that any of us could tell (beer pee baking in the sun? Oh, yes. We can tell).
Instead, the cable was greasy.
Not just ‘been on the ground’ slimy, but greasy and slightly opaque with some texture. Sort of a cross between cooking oil and snot.
Somehow, that’s way worse than pee.
I know what pee is and from whence it comes.
I have NO idea what that grease was and quite frankly I suspect that ignorance, in this case, is indeed bliss.
Just in case the source of the grease was as gross as the worst my imagination could do, I threw out my gloves at the end of the day.