Last week I opened my car door to run a quick errand and this happened.

It was disgusting. 

Clifford walked over, took a whiff and had the same reaction as me.

That level of disgust that turns your stomach, allowing you to revisit your lunch. Multiple times.

“What the hell is in there?” – Cliff

“Nothing! There’s nothing in here! I don’t understand…” – Me (trying not to hurl)

“Are you sure it’s not a french fry or something under the seat?” – Cliff

“A french fry?” – Me

 A french fry?

“No. It’s not a french fry because I don’t eat in my car.” – Me

“Well there’s got to be something in there.” – Cliff

“…” – Me

But before I could actually address Captain Obvious, he found the source of the offensive smell. I’d accidentally left a grocery bag on the back seat. Raw chicken and hamburger. For two days…

Yep.

Never again.