Today I was driving to work, peacefully finding my way through the rainy streets of downtown Black Mountain, when….
! B..A..M !
Some weird explosion beneath my seat just about made me jump out of it. I could feel it through the seat, too, a bump much like running over a log. Only I had not run over a log at all, or anything else for that matter.
“What was that?!” … I sat and thought about it for 15 seconds or so. Then it hit me….
- Trip to Florida 10 Days Ago.
- Kids in the Back Seat.
- Convenience Store Break.
- A One-quart Screw-top Bottle of Chocolate Milk.
An image of a brown bottle catching my eye a few days ago lurking under my driver’s seat came to my mind… “I really need to get that out of there. And clean up that back area a bit!” It’s very nice in the front where I am, of course, but the kids haven’t yet learned that just a sight amount of neatness, not too much, greatly adds to quality of life. And tolerability of life as well, as it turns out.
The smell. The inescapable smell. The frantic wondering of just what the underside of my driver’s seat might be like now….. Even with all four windows rolled down and worrying about getting pulled over for speeding, the smell was just simply overwhelming.
Sort of a cheesy aroma too, really disgusting in some ways, but in other ways, kinda interesting! That makes me wonder a lot about cheese!