> Well, my son is graduminated from high school... and I "got" my car back. > > But it WREAKS! OMG! WHAT DIED IN THERE? I've cleaned it > I've been car-less for the last six months since my son was taking EMT classes as > part of his highschool... requiring him to cross town mid-day every day... so he's > been driving Gatinha's car everyday, and she's been driving mine... and me... I've > been the bum getting rides everywhere from hapless friends and family like some kind > of homeless refugee. > out, and I can't find the > source, but it's sooooo bad, I HAVE to ride with the windows down. WHAT is that > smell? Baby funk? Month old dried milk? Vomit? Month old dried vomited baby milk > funk? It's not the melted lipstick stain all over the cup holder, I sniffed, that > just smells like lips. My next recourse is to start ripping out seats and carpet > liners. It has got to be found and cleaned... my God. How did she put up with that?
Never lend your shit out. Not even to family members. They can get their own. But, quite obviously, very possibly because you are a civilian, you haven't properly trained your offspring. And that's a neutral statement.
Scifi frauds. SF illuminates.
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