Sometimes it seems as if my life is made up of one long search for mysterious bad smells.
So, I went on strike. Even though there was a strange Bad Smell coming from my car, I decided to chalk it up to lattes past and ignore it. That's right, I just admitted to ignoring a bad smell. I've been ignoring it for a while.
But Kristin borrowed my car yesterday (or I borrowed hers and left her to fend for herself in mine, depending on how you look at it) and she decided to clean it out. And when I got my car back, the smell was gone.
What was it? You ask.
It was a little plastic container of Chipotle Salsa from Rubios wedged under the passenger seat. Wedged, I tell you. Wedged. The car fairies have been getting restless of late. Because folks, I don't even want to tell you how long it's been since I picked up Rubios.
Now, I have to think of ways to appease the car fairies before they hide something even more drastically smelly in some remote portion of the interior of my car...