The other day I asked Becky what was for dinner and she said chicken. When I got home that afternoon, I was ready to eat chicken. But, when I walked in the door she had this puzzled look on her face. She then said she couldn't find the chicken she has purchased earlier that day. Well, we had pork chops for dinner that night.
A couple of days went by and she said the car had an odor to it. I walked up to the car and noticed a putrid smell that would curl your hair. For those of you who have "bird brains," you have already figured out where the missing chicken was. It was in the car. The HOT, windows rolled-up, no air circulating, car. The missing chicken was found in a closed side compartment in the back of the car, hidden from plain sight.
We have used carpet cleaner, vinegar, Lysol and other odor masking concoctions. The smell is getting less noticeable, but still pretty bad.
The lesson here is to make sure every last grocery, especially meat, is counted for when unloading groceries from your car. Lesson learned.
Smarter than I was yesterday,
Marc
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