A few days ago I noticed that it seemed like my car needed to be aired out. But as the week has progressed I realized that there’s some funky smell in there that keeps getting worse and worse. At this point, allow me to beat you to the punch: Maybe it’s me!
But seriously, it smells like rotten fruit or something. Yesterday I realized that my wife had done last week’s grocery shopping in this car instead of the other one, so I wondered if something had been left behind. But a quick search revealed nothing. I don’t eat in my car, so it’s not old fast-food wrappers with uneaten remains or anything like that.
It’s a strange mystery, and I’ll let you know when I figure it out. In the meantime, think twice if you ask me for a ride—how long can you hold your breath?