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Last Thursday before all the craziness of the weekend set in, we went out for a nice lunch at the Greek place down the street. I gorged myself on spanikopita with a Greek salad starter and a Greek salad side in place of the rice. I had an entire portion of Greek salad left along with half the spanikopita so they but it in a nice little box for me.

When we left the restaurant, I put my little leftover box in the back seat and proceeded to run errands, never to think about that little box again.

I haven't driven my car since last Thursday.

Between riding with family members to run errands and using The Husband's Ride, I just haven't needed it.

So I open the door this morning and got hit with this wave of such a completely foul odor that it made me stumble back a bit. It had that distinct aroma of day-old vomit. (Don't ask)

That Greek salad - all that Feta cheese - had been smoldering in my back seat for 5 whole days...

I mean, let's be honest here, while I rank Feta in the top 3 of My Favorite Cheeses List, even fresh out of the carton it has that the smell equivalent to that of a pubescent boy's gym socks.

It may be time to sell the car.
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Posted by Foodwhore at September 1, 2004 09:37 AM