@awk
I just did that. Well not new but new to me. And went to the bar on Saturday to meet a couple friends who were beyond hammered so I took them back to my house so they didn’t drive home. Asshole puked all down the side of my car bc he didn’t hang his head out far enough. Can’t even make it 3 days without needing a car wash but a least he didn’t puke inside the car.
Put all the meal trash in the bag. Wrappers get folded for no particular reason — don’t judge. Napkins and condiments get kept. Silverware if it’s good quality. Collect any other garbage from the car garbage can/bag and add it to the food bag. Deposit bag at next store or gas station with a garbage can, or at home if not stopping.
So I regularly buy bison at the local bisonry, and I’m particularly fond of hearts, because a) delicious, b) great for blackheart stew and c) a fairly inexpensive cut.
And one year I bought about 5. And thought they all made it into my freezer.
To my horror, I found one while cleaning out the car prior to a roadtrip with friends. It had fallen out of the bison bag and I hadn’t noticed.
Now, the weather had been what we Midwesterners consider “Nature is our refrigerator”. But it had been above freezing. A lot. Leaking had occurred.
I had to go, so I shoved the bison heart into the freezer, figuring I’d deal with it later, pulled the floor mat, and headed out.
And spent the weekend explaining to friends why my car smelled of blood.
And then when things got warm and I hadn’t driven for a few days, discovered I’d missed a few spots cleaning.
My oil guys told me they’d looked everywhere for whatever died.
@brainmist Why father’s car got stolen with a pound of ground beef in a grocery sack behind the driver’s seat. The car was recovered pretty much intact a week later, but with a certain air about it…
On the plus, the heart itself was fine. Gave it the ol’ sniff test, no issues. Heart freezes and refreezes really well. I think it’s the muscle fiber…it doesn’t get stringy.
@brainmist before I could drive, a bag of venison has somehow ended up under the carpet in the trunk of my dad’s car after hunting season. It went the whole winter NBD… but when spring then summer came we couldn’t drive the car without the windows down. We cleaned and recleaned the car until one day, we discovered the bag of rotting meat in the trunk. I will NEVER forget that stench.
I regularly have to drive long distances in someone else’s van. This particular someone-else has a habit of not promptly disposing of accumulated trash. And he has more than one van. On one particularly memorable trip, at the first rest stop, I started collecting the trash and chucking it, and the dates on the receipts on the bags kept getting farther into the past as I excavated the cab. By the time I reached the space under the passenger’s seat, I’d found stuff that had been in there for over two years.
@brainmist I tend to dump a bag of trash either when the next litter bag is acquired, or the current one gets too full to remain useful - whichever comes first.
@brainmist
Same here, most of the time. I will occasionally hit a nearby Whataburger when I’m tired, it’s past dinner time already, and I’m on the way home anyway. Usually, if I’m hitting a drive-through, I’m on my way to somewhere out of town.
I think I can top beef & bison. My wife did a grocery run in the little Toyota Pickup. One of her prizes was a very large salmon. She put it on the tiny back seat so it would sit flat. She brought everything in, except…
Yep, somehow the salmon got overlooked. It was in the heat of summer. It was a Friday, so the truck didn’t get used until Monday.
Ewwww!
I drove her car for about a week, until the stench dissipated.
@blaineg Way back in high school days, I worked part time at a gas station. There was one coworker who was kind of a dick. It happened that he had a VW beetle that needed some repair, so he parked at the back of the lot until he could get around to fixing it.
Well, one day another coworker and I were working and someone came in for gas and told us he had just caught a couple of carp, but he wasn’t sure what he would do with them. So we graciously offered to take one off his hands (perhaps you can see where this is going…). The carp went under the driver’s seat of the parked VW. It stayed there for ~6 weeks before he discovered it. In the summer.
That car was forever after known as The FishWagen. (The guy never figured out who carp-bombed his car - I guess he had a lot of enemies.)
@blaineg@macromeh
The smell on your hands after even just touching a carp is enough to make me hurl (I grew up on a lake and we’d fish for carp all the time bc of the battle) but to sit for 6 weeks in the summer
How about a happy story about an unbearable stench in a new car?
Suppose an acquaintance at a bar / restaurant makes fun of the accent of a family member who is learning English…
Suppose someone else then buys a whole, frozen trout from a friend who works in the restaurant side of the establishment…
Suppose the fish made it under the seat of the racist’s new, convertible Miada parked outside with the top down…
the night before he left it at the airport…
Years later, I can only imagine the stench that greeted the racist when he returned after 4 days of 105F temperatures in the Texas sun…
My dad used to have the rule that once the trash reached seat level (back seat) he’d clean it up. Once I got taller and my legs hung over the edge he at least had the courtesy to only put trash on the opposite of where I sat. Because of this I am pretty particular about trash in my car and get it out as quickly as possible.
I once saw a family’s car at the shop I worked at that was packed full of trash. There were spaces just cleared enough for driver and passenger to get in as well as the back for two car seats and the children that went in them.
How people could exist in such a space was mind boggling. My heart broke for their children who had to get in that car.
@kittykat9180
My all-time Ewww! vehicle was a 1982 VW Scirocco, less than a year old, black paint and interior, that had nearly an inch of cigarette ash on the front floorboards when it came in for repairs at about 35K miles.
I can’t stand food smells in my car even when it’s fresh. Residual food smells is out of the question. However, I am not a piece of shit. Of course I throw it away proper as soon as possible.
When I was in 9th grade I had to get a math tutor (looking back im actually good at math, it was how the lady taught it). Anyways I would procrastinate once she got there, take breaks or anything I could not to do math. I went to get the mail after she got there and her car was overflowing with fast food garbage. Her back seat had fast food wrappers, bags, empty drinks up above her windows. I didn’t have to look in her car to see it, it was looking at you bc it was piled so high. I always thought she smelled like food too and found out that day why that day.
There was an engineer at work that fit the mad scientist stereotype. His car was full to the windows.
Unsurprisingly, his cubicle with 9’ walls was full to the top as well. Though the cube was filled with books & work related stuff, not refuse. It was definitely an avalanche hazard though.
I’m just glad he wasn’t still with the company when we had the earthquake a couple of years ago. That could have been fatal.
The help will clean the car when I return to my compound.
Throw it in the trash when I get back to the house.
Ditch the car and buy a new one with no trash in it.
@awk THE DREAM.
@awk
I just did that. Well not new but new to me. And went to the bar on Saturday to meet a couple friends who were beyond hammered so I took them back to my house so they didn’t drive home. Asshole puked all down the side of my car bc he didn’t hang his head out far enough. Can’t even make it 3 days without needing a car wash but a least he didn’t puke inside the car.
The chain gang needs something to pickup.
@hchavers
Job security!! Sure hope you leave a couple smokes or maybe even a little somethin for the head if you know what I mean…
Lol
@hchavers So it is your fault! Stop throwing your trash out the window so they can move on to filling pot holes.
Put all the meal trash in the bag. Wrappers get folded for no particular reason — don’t judge. Napkins and condiments get kept. Silverware if it’s good quality. Collect any other garbage from the car garbage can/bag and add it to the food bag. Deposit bag at next store or gas station with a garbage can, or at home if not stopping.
/image Culvers bag
@katbyter Folded to minimize space/ maximize tidiness. Respect.
@katbyter This post made me want to mess up your hair
@katbyter Oooooh Culvers! They’re pretty good
@katbyter Exactly right!
Same!
Trick question - I never eat food that comes through a window
@ybmuG what about under the door?
@stolicat @ybmuG Soup?
@stolicat Why do I feel like every time someone replies to a post I have to go look stuff up on Urban Dictionary?
So I regularly buy bison at the local bisonry, and I’m particularly fond of hearts, because a) delicious, b) great for blackheart stew and c) a fairly inexpensive cut.
And one year I bought about 5. And thought they all made it into my freezer.
To my horror, I found one while cleaning out the car prior to a roadtrip with friends. It had fallen out of the bison bag and I hadn’t noticed.
Now, the weather had been what we Midwesterners consider “Nature is our refrigerator”. But it had been above freezing. A lot. Leaking had occurred.
I had to go, so I shoved the bison heart into the freezer, figuring I’d deal with it later, pulled the floor mat, and headed out.
And spent the weekend explaining to friends why my car smelled of blood.
And then when things got warm and I hadn’t driven for a few days, discovered I’d missed a few spots cleaning.
My oil guys told me they’d looked everywhere for whatever died.
Don’t leave hearts in your car, folks!
@brainmist
/giphy nausea
@brainmist Why father’s car got stolen with a pound of ground beef in a grocery sack behind the driver’s seat. The car was recovered pretty much intact a week later, but with a certain air about it…
@werehatrack Yeah, that scent…lingers.
On the plus, the heart itself was fine. Gave it the ol’ sniff test, no issues. Heart freezes and refreezes really well. I think it’s the muscle fiber…it doesn’t get stringy.
@brainmist
/giphy eldritch horror
@brainmist Don’t you wish you’d left your heart in San Francisco high on a hill instead and not have it call to you?
@brainmist before I could drive, a bag of venison has somehow ended up under the carpet in the trunk of my dad’s car after hunting season. It went the whole winter NBD… but when spring then summer came we couldn’t drive the car without the windows down. We cleaned and recleaned the car until one day, we discovered the bag of rotting meat in the trunk. I will NEVER forget that stench.
@brainmist @Jackinga You left your telltale heart in San Francisco?
@blaineg @Jackinga I didn’t. My telltale heart went in my stomach. But some blood stayed in the car’s carpet, and rotted.
I regularly have to drive long distances in someone else’s van. This particular someone-else has a habit of not promptly disposing of accumulated trash. And he has more than one van. On one particularly memorable trip, at the first rest stop, I started collecting the trash and chucking it, and the dates on the receipts on the bags kept getting farther into the past as I excavated the cab. By the time I reached the space under the passenger’s seat, I’d found stuff that had been in there for over two years.
@werehatrack Nnnnnghh I had a friend who did that and the smell was…memorable.
I dump my fast food bags at the first gas stop.
@brainmist I tend to dump a bag of trash either when the next litter bag is acquired, or the current one gets too full to remain useful - whichever comes first.
Yeah, no, I don’t eat in cars.
I go through a drive-thru then I take the food home to eat.
@2many2no me too. I don’t want the car to smell like food, deal with spills, etc…
@2many2no @j37hr0 Sometimes I’m in the middle of a long drive. Not really an option.
@brainmist
Same here, most of the time. I will occasionally hit a nearby Whataburger when I’m tired, it’s past dinner time already, and I’m on the way home anyway. Usually, if I’m hitting a drive-through, I’m on my way to somewhere out of town.
Is there anything more accusatory than when the In-N-Out cashier asks, “are you going to eat in your car?”
@j37hr0
In-n-out packs it differently for Yes than No.
My fave at In-n-out is a box with a half dozen burger patties with grilled onions. No buns or other condiments, just that. Yum!
I think I can top beef & bison. My wife did a grocery run in the little Toyota Pickup. One of her prizes was a very large salmon. She put it on the tiny back seat so it would sit flat. She brought everything in, except…
Yep, somehow the salmon got overlooked. It was in the heat of summer. It was a Friday, so the truck didn’t get used until Monday.
Ewwww!
I drove her car for about a week, until the stench dissipated.
That was memorable!
@blaineg
@blaineg Way back in high school days, I worked part time at a gas station. There was one coworker who was kind of a dick. It happened that he had a VW beetle that needed some repair, so he parked at the back of the lot until he could get around to fixing it.
Well, one day another coworker and I were working and someone came in for gas and told us he had just caught a couple of carp, but he wasn’t sure what he would do with them. So we graciously offered to take one off his hands (perhaps you can see where this is going…). The carp went under the driver’s seat of the parked VW. It stayed there for ~6 weeks before he discovered it. In the summer.
That car was forever after known as The FishWagen. (The guy never figured out who carp-bombed his car - I guess he had a lot of enemies.)
@blaineg @macromeh
The smell on your hands after even just touching a carp is enough to make me hurl (I grew up on a lake and we’d fish for carp all the time bc of the battle) but to sit for 6 weeks in the summer
@macromeh Six weeks? You win.
How about a happy story about an unbearable stench in a new car?
Suppose an acquaintance at a bar / restaurant makes fun of the accent of a family member who is learning English…
Suppose someone else then buys a whole, frozen trout from a friend who works in the restaurant side of the establishment…
Suppose the fish made it under the seat of the racist’s new, convertible Miada parked outside with the top down…
the night before he left it at the airport…
Years later, I can only imagine the stench that greeted the racist when he returned after 4 days of 105F temperatures in the Texas sun…
This thought still makes me smile.
@icehole And that folks, is how you deal with a racist joik!
My dad used to have the rule that once the trash reached seat level (back seat) he’d clean it up. Once I got taller and my legs hung over the edge he at least had the courtesy to only put trash on the opposite of where I sat. Because of this I am pretty particular about trash in my car and get it out as quickly as possible.
I once saw a family’s car at the shop I worked at that was packed full of trash. There were spaces just cleared enough for driver and passenger to get in as well as the back for two car seats and the children that went in them.
How people could exist in such a space was mind boggling. My heart broke for their children who had to get in that car.
@kittykat9180 I hate littering, but at that point it might be reasonable to open the doors on the freeway.
@kittykat9180 Whoa - it makes me wonder what their house is like!
@Kyeh, my thought too.
@blaineg, or throw the trash away at first opportunity rather than letting it accumulate.
@kittykat9180
My all-time Ewww! vehicle was a 1982 VW Scirocco, less than a year old, black paint and interior, that had nearly an inch of cigarette ash on the front floorboards when it came in for repairs at about 35K miles.
@kittykat9180 @werehatrack Yuckkkkk.
I can’t stand food smells in my car even when it’s fresh. Residual food smells is out of the question. However, I am not a piece of shit. Of course I throw it away proper as soon as possible.
When I was in 9th grade I had to get a math tutor (looking back im actually good at math, it was how the lady taught it). Anyways I would procrastinate once she got there, take breaks or anything I could not to do math. I went to get the mail after she got there and her car was overflowing with fast food garbage. Her back seat had fast food wrappers, bags, empty drinks up above her windows. I didn’t have to look in her car to see it, it was looking at you bc it was piled so high. I always thought she smelled like food too and found out that day why that day.
Gross
There was an engineer at work that fit the mad scientist stereotype. His car was full to the windows.
Unsurprisingly, his cubicle with 9’ walls was full to the top as well. Though the cube was filled with books & work related stuff, not refuse. It was definitely an avalanche hazard though.
I’m just glad he wasn’t still with the company when we had the earthquake a couple of years ago. That could have been fatal.