Today, the stench in my car more resembles old gym socks than curdling milk.
Still no luck finding the cause.
*sigh* -- but not a *deep sigh* cuz I might pass out if I inhale too deeply ...
Just life: September 2009 Archives
There's something festering in my car.
Man, does it stink. My car sits in the sun all day with the windows closed, so whatever it is certainly has the right environment to grow its stench exponentially.
I think it's a rank sippy cup that held what once was milk. But I'll be doggoned if I can find it.
I've searched through the piles of toys on the floor of the back seat. I've pulled aside the car seats. I've bravely stuffed my hand under the seats and felt around.
Nada.
At some point, the smell has to dissipate, right? Like, once all the bacteria eats itself or whatever?
Of course, maybe the smell's just in my nose, as Sam once said.
Here's a photo I just came across on my colleague Mike Argento's blog. It's a shot from Shelbyville, Ky., in a Walmart there.
Now, you know when you had your first baby, you were totally tempted to do something like this because you freaked out every time someone touched her ("Oh my God! They've put germs on her! Now she's gonna get sick! I have to wash her! Sanitize her! Get those dirty other-people germs off my precious angel!").
But did any of us actually put up such a sign? Uh, no.
This picture is from a site called People of Walmart. I'm not saying it's a good or bad site, so just be prepared if you check it out.
