What died in my car?
For a few days I noticed a growing smell in my car, but wasn't able to figure out what it was. Cheese, a mouse, spinach? Well, this evening, after work, I came face to face with the culprit. Custard. Homemade custard from 10 days ago. A Wupperware container of extras from my grandfathers 75th birthday cake. Thank god no one else was in the car with me, I genuinely think I might have died of embarrassment. Or the smell.
Is this really me? Am I really that person? I think if my car could talk or dial a phone it'd go straight to the police to report neglect.