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.
@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.
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.
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.)
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.