I was channeling all my Columbo powers, but for some reason it wasn’t happening.
I looked behind the seats, under the driver seats, and in the cracks of every cushion. But I got nothing.
I had no idea where it was, but I knew it was there.
I tried to air it out by leaving the windows and doors open for a couple of hours, but the next day it just came back again. As soon as I opened the door, it smacked me in the face. I had it. I don’t know how I got it. But I did. I had it.
But not just regular B.O. it was as my good friend George Costanza says Beyond B.O. it was B.B.O.
And I didn’t know why.
I keep my dad’s truck in good condition, and wash it about once a week. If the kids ever eat anything in there I make sure there is no trash or crumbs. I thought for some reason I had missed something, but no I didn’t. No matter where I looked, I couldn’t seem to find it. And then as I tried to rush the airing out process I turned on the air conditioner and there it was … the smell.
I had found the B.O.
It was caught in the air vents.
It was coming from the engine.
I thought I was glad to have found the source, until I found out what it really was … a rat.
A dead rat.
The bastard had made its way into the engine somewhere and got trapped.
It was one of the most disgusting and foul episodes I’ve had so far.
After being completely grossed out and having it removed, I aired it out for 24 hours.
It still smelled.
It still smelled.
I might give it another day of air, before turning to more drastic measures.
I feel like Jerry Seinfeld when he couldn’t get rid of the B.O. in his car. The B.O. from the valet, that contaminated every part of the car including the people who were in it. Poor Elaine, she had to put tomato juice in her hair.
I feel like I need ten gallons of tomato juice.
Wish me luck.