Friday, April 28, 2006

Another Example of How Dumb I Am

The past few days my car has had a faint strange odor. It almost smelled like a sewer, but a little more roadkill-like than that. I was wondering if I accidentally ran over a carcass in the road and sprayed juice up under my car. With spring upon us, there are a lot of dead animals on the road now. But the smell wasn’t outside the car at all. It was definitely inside.

Last night, the Hub backed the car into the garage and notified me of the increasing offensiveness of this smell. I went out to sniff for myself, and the odor was indeed even more aggressive than it was during my commute home that day. I began to wonder if a critter of some sort finagled its way into the car and had died there. I went out with a flashlight and did a thorough investigation, hoping it hadn’t managed to get in between the door panels or something.

I pinpointed the strongest concentration of the stench to be in the hatchback. Then it dawned on me. I’d gone to the grocery store on Sunday night. I must have missed a bag with some sort of perishable in it.

There, slipped behind the cargo net, I found it. A lone grocery bag, overlooked and forgotten. Do you want to know what was in there?

I couldn’t have left a $2 package of hot dogs or a $4 package of hamburger behind. I’d left the steaks.

Porterhouses.

Two of them.

How on God’s green earth did I not notice that they were missing when I put everything away?

Footnote: I don’t think I’ll be eating steak for a while. (shudder)

24 comments:

speckledpup said...

ewwwwwww
I'd admit to you that I've done the same kind of thing...but I'm a pathological liar and
Why that's just awful, who on EARTH would do such a empty-headed thing?

Happy Friday.

Itchy said...

I'm having steak for dinner tonight. Yum, yum! I'm evil arent' I?

My only thought...at least it wasn't milk! P.U.!!!

martie said...

So, does this mean you don't want to come over for steak on the grill this weekend? ;)

naive-no-more said...

I know the smell. It's the smell of a dead rotting carcas in the woods. EEW!

I did that with bananas once. I think those stupid gnats for out of thin air when there is rottin fruit around. How could they smell it and get into the trunk otherwise? In the winter.

It's Just Me said...

Oh no! Not the Porterhouses! I couldn't eat meat for the longest time after a similar incident.

Oh well, there's always chicken (hee).

Nelly said...

Disgusting! BLAH!

chesneygirl said...

Aaaw man!!! That sucks dude!

I thought the same thing itchy said...at least it wasn't milk!!

Anonymous Assclown said...

They're probably still good. Just cook them well done and slap some Mrs Dash on there - good as new.

Detroiter said...

Oh, doncha hate when that happens? If I forget to dump the body the next day, the stench gets so bad...

Unacknowledged Genius said...

As a prince of darkness AC is immune to salmonella, ebolla virus, parvo, rabies, and a whole host of other plagues. Pay no attention to him, he's trying to win you over to the dark side.

clew said...

Fear not, I watch Seinfeld. Frank Costanza taught me that excessive spicing will not curtail food poisoning.

Sojourner said...

Steaks?? Now that would have broken my heart...not to mention my stomach's heart.

edh said...

It attests to the busy life-styles we lead and the frugal nature of your family.

You eat steak as a special thing-not every day:)

Who would want to anyway:)

Tofu, chicken and fish are good from time to time too. DW has awesome suchi in GR.

Peace and love.

joy said...

My roomate did a similar thing a few years ago. She unknowingly left an exploded can of canned ham in the hatchback of her car for a few days in the middle of a heat wave. It was the nastiest smell ever. Even after a few years later, the scent still lingers. Gross.

Sissy B. said...

Thankgoodness I'm not the only one...maybe now I can cancel all the neurological tests that my family has requested due to those, more frequent than I would like to admit, "duh" moments :)

The Editor said...

Man, I love steaks. Haven't ever smelled 'em after being left out though. Ugh, well, at least it wasn't fish.

Rebecca said...

As gross as that sounds, be thankful it wasn't chicken! The smell of bad chicken is just PUTRID!!!

What a sin, to lose good steak. :(

McSwain said...

Ewww! Any "friends" in the steak? Or flies in the car? Yuck.

Ame said...

Hummmm . . . well . . . sounds like we're all in good company! We'll have to change the title of your post, though . . . don't want to think of myself as "dumb" all the time! You shoudn't either!

a real man said...

Commenting on your pevious post I have been there and done that with my children but that was when they were teenagers and did not see the error of their ways and needed Dad to be angry. But in your case you are hating yourself for being a human female and having emotions. Be good to yourself and your son and he will always say,"I Love You Mommy."

On this post, I have several stories that are similar and the people that did these things have the same reaction that you did. Embarrasment and feeling silly about what they did but willing to make up for it. I will post one of them some time. You have inspired my post for the day read it later if you get a chance. I am going to do some things right now but I will post it later.

IHS, Craig

jgf said...

Yikes! I dont' know what bother me more--the smell or losing the steaks...

Ruben said...

I don't know which is worse: the smell or the fact that you missed out on eating those steaks.

bigwhitehat said...

Awww...Come ON!!!!!

That aint going to stop you from eating the finest meal God ever provided.

My advice is to eat steak tonight. So you can associate a positive stimulous with the image. It is good psychology and tasty to boot.

Remember what had to take place to give you that pleasure. Cattle had to be bred born and fed on the West Texas grass lands. Then, they were moved up to your neck of the woods to be corn fed until properly fatted. Then, the perfect bovine masterpieces were carefully butchered into perfect cuts of meat. Then, that meat was hand selected for perfect marbling. Finally they are lovingly prepared at home. Now that is prime beef. That is steak. That is the ambrosia of Olympus.

Sound better now?

Attila The Mom said...

Oh yeck. Been there with a leaking carton of chocolate milk.

Love your blog!