Last week I opened my car door to run a quick errand and this happened.
Clifford walked over, took a whiff and had the same reaction as me.
“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
“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
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…