Gone for Thanksgiving
Posted on:: November 25th, 2004
I’m at my sister’s, eating everything except the turkey, and removing the passenger seat from our car to see if we can mop up the half gallon of milk we spilled last week. Ah, tradition!
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Oh no…you spilled milk in the car. David…my advice is to sell your car before the smell starts to get real bad. Abandon all moral pretexts to full disclosure. The thing you want to do is saddle that vehicle with some other sucker, because living with the smell of spoiled milk in an automobile is a fate worse than death.
Good luck and happy thanksgiving.
We removed both seats and pulled up the back carpet. We have hosed it down repeatedly. We are letting it dry. We are not hopeful.
Is spilled milk better or worse than a dozen eggs that slid out of their grocery bag and hid behind the first aid kit until . . . .
While you are gone, L’Espresso, an Italian weekly newsmagazine (one of the two biggest, actually) has published an interview with you… Remember we met in Seattle?
Luca De Biase, bloggin’ from Italy
AKMA, perhaps you and David could sell your cars together as some kind of past due two for one breakfast special.
My wife’s family had the milk issue a number of years ago. Seriously – good luck.
The worst thing that happened to me was a half gallon of apple cider inadvertently left in the trunk on a summer day (well, a summer week actually) fermented and exploded, coating the inside of the trunk with apple alcohol.
The smell eventually dissapated but for a few years it was touch and go at police roadchecks.
“Oh that smell officer? Well let me explain…”
Guarenteed they had never heard THAT one before.
AKMA, perhaps you and David could sell your cars together as some kind of past due two for one breakfast special.
My wife’s family had the milk issue a number of years ago. Seriously – good luck.
The worst thing that happened to me was a half gallon of apple cider inadvertently left in the trunk on a summer day (well, a summer week actually) fermented and exploded, coating the inside of the trunk with apple alcohol.
The smell eventually dissapated but for a few years it was touch and go at police roadchecks.
“Oh that smell officer? Well let me explain…”
Guarenteed they had never heard THAT one before.