My compatriot and fellow short, glasses-ed guy Alan commuted the Escort crapcan last week. Apparently, the car's unique, uh, scent overcame him. To the point that he ripped up the carpeting. And the passenger seat.
On his lunch break.
It does smell pretty awful, like burning garbage extinguished by a firetruck that extinguished fires with liquid (but flame-retardant) doo-doo.
3 months ago
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