Eau de Gator.
So while we were gassing up the car, Emily decided we should get a car wash. She used to enjoy it, but has been nervous about going through the machine for about a year, so I decided to spring for it.
Unfortunately, the filling station apparently hadn’t recycled their water in quite a while, because now my car smells like a bowling alley shoe at the end of the night. Disgusting, with just a hint of lemon freshness. Worse, since my driver’s side window doesn’t seal all the way, the scumwater leaked onto my sleeve and pant leg. Now I smell like Swamp Thing.
Well, at least nobody’ll be invading my personal space for a while.
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