Whoever coined the phrase “there’s no use crying over spilled milk” clearly never had their five year old empty the half a cup of spilled milk in her lunch bag into the back seat of the car. The resulting stench is enough to bring anyone to tears. I imagine.
Not that it happened to me.
March 23rd, 2009 at 10:41 am
We had a red ’79 Malibu Classic when I was growing up. Before it was illegal to buy milk straight from a dairy farmer, we’d make a weekly trip to a neighbours with 3 1 gallon glass pickle jars in tow.
On the way home, Dad took a corner a liiittle too fast… and spilled 4 litres of fresh milk onto the floor in the back. He cleaned it up as best he could, but that car reeked like rotten milk until the day we sold it. Hot days were the worst. Bleeech!
March 23rd, 2009 at 11:04 am
Nice…it’s a good thing I never amassed a collection of chocolate milk bottles behind the front seats…of which the remainder of the contents grew magical biological experiments.
I’m also super happy that I’ve never had the joy of having our dog throw up putrid bile all over the back seat 2 hours in to a 9 hour road trip.
great times.
March 23rd, 2009 at 4:06 pm
Ouch. Time for a new car?
At least with the weather warming up the need to have the curdling stench producing heat turned up will be passing, soon!