Linen Fresh
I cleaned out the car this weekend. I should have known better. I think all those cheerios and hay bits were forming a protective layer because when they were all gone the car began to stink. Like garbage stink. Like someone left a potato-to-rot-under-the-seat stink. We've checked pretty much everything. Under the seats (no potato), under the hood (no cat), in the glove compartment and the spare tire area (no mice). Nothing.
This morning when we went to get into the car, the smell was even worse than yesterday. We rolled down the windows and went on our way because what else was there to do, really. After a few miles we got used to the smell, and it wasn't so bad anymore.
Then Andy drove over a very freshly-dead skunk.
Anyone know a car wash place that uses tomato juice instead of soap?
To make things even worse, the skunk smell snuck into the car and saturated us with its rottenness all the way into work. Luckily we have some air freshener in the office, and after running through a few bursts of it, I am somewhat linen fresh.
This morning when we went to get into the car, the smell was even worse than yesterday. We rolled down the windows and went on our way because what else was there to do, really. After a few miles we got used to the smell, and it wasn't so bad anymore.
Then Andy drove over a very freshly-dead skunk.
Anyone know a car wash place that uses tomato juice instead of soap?
To make things even worse, the skunk smell snuck into the car and saturated us with its rottenness all the way into work. Luckily we have some air freshener in the office, and after running through a few bursts of it, I am somewhat linen fresh.
