|Mom and me 17 years prior to me messing up her car.|
I think that was a perfect transition into this story.
My parents had gone away for a week. In that time I and my brother had borrowed my mom's car only maybe a total of three times. My mom was still a bit bitter over me spilling coffee a few weeks before, so she had said to only use the car for emergencies.
When she got back home, she was furious. "What is that awful smell in my car and which one of you made it smell like that!" My brother and I both shrugged, not having a clue what she was talking about.
The next day my parents went to church, and ended up using my step dad's truck because the smell was unbearable.
For the next several days my mom was so mad about how terrible her car smelled. All three smelling family members agreed is was a horrible smell, and none of us had a clue what caused it. We started to suspect maybe some little rodent had gotten in and died.
Then I came home from work one night, and as I walked in my mom, step dad, and brother all stood in the entry way, with their arms crossed, and giving me that, "You are so dead," glare.
I stuck my hands in the air and said with a tone of horror, "What did I do?"
My brother spoke first, "Facebook gave away your little secret."
My mom added, "I've been complaining for days when and all along you knew it was you."
I repeated with even more sheer terror, "What did I do?"
As it turns out, I had borrowed my mom's car for an important meeting. Afterwards I forgot that I had stopped at the store. While at the store I bought a snack on a whim. I had always heard it tasted disgusting, but had only tried them for the first time a few weeks before at a party, and I thought they were tasty. So I bought some more at the store that day.
I had no clue that they did not smell as yummy as they tasted. They were packaged in water. Or at least that's what I thought. Odorless, tasteless, harmless, water. I had bought a few other unusual snacks that I had never tried before and when I got home I mentioned the snacks on facebook.
On the drive home, I thought of how much I liked the snack at the party, so I succumbed to my desires, and opened it up and ate a few in the car. I spilled a bit of the water, but it didn't register to me as important, since it was just harmless water. It was so unimportant in my mind, that when my family confronted me on it, I couldn't even remember which car I had driven when eating the snack.
It turns out, I had no idea how bad 4 day old sardine juice smells in a confined, hot car.
To this day, three years later, my mom says it still smells like rotten fish in her car.
Needless to say, I've been banned for life from eating or drinking in my mom's vehicles.