Milk Spill Woes- a tragic saga Dear friends- a family member of mine suffered very very serious injuries today. The saddest part of this is - this was in turn brought about by another family member - who will definitely be feeling like a heel at the moment.
The events unfolded as follows - My wife, who may be compared to "Jane's defence weekly" when it comes to getting her facts right, decided to take a chance and transport milk from our farm to the house in a milk can, placed on the rear passenger floor (right) of our darling "Sxi Fiesta" (You can check the other posts by me - ' cool fiesta Sxi' under SO&SO section-ICE) , thereby breaking the first cardinal rule of our 'car happy' family viz.-- "Thou shalt not partake or transport foodstuff which have the probability of stinking up the car, inside the car".
When I got back home from shopping, I saw a slinky figure entering the garage with a sponge and bucket.. open the door of the fiesta, and hurriedly mopping up some stuff from the floor.
On closer inspection, the slinky figure turned oout to be my wife, who had a "Oh my god!- Busted!" look on her face. I was asked very sweetly whether I wanted tea, and this immediately roused my suspicions. I can understand the kind gesture of asking me if I needed beverages, but the guilty expression coupled with it was too much. She had broken the second rule (Set by herself of course) - "Thou shalt not make up dumb excuses to lie"
Umpteen attempts were made to get me into the house- far away from the car. I decided to stick on.
Ten minutes later, and after around 12 different reasons WHY she was carrying milk inside the car, and how it spilt all over the floor, I was standing shellshocked! - the nerve!, the guts!, the absurd defence! - I gave my wife the " I hope you'll admit your buffoonery- and REMEMBER it" look, and have to admit feeling a bit of pleasure at being on the right side of the law for once.
Anyway- I hauled up my numb body to the bathroom- got a bottle of phenyl and soap, and trudged down to the car- the massacre was fresh- only 25 minutes had passed, so there was hope of damage control.I cleaned the floor carpet (which of course is stuck firmly to the base) as much as possible, with water, phenyl and soap, and mopped and vaccumed, and blow dried the area, but it still had the faint odour of milk. Satisfied that I'd done enough, I left the doors open, and closed it after another 30 minutes, as it was about to rain.
Next morning, My mother in law had to go someplace out of the state, and she took the car along with her driver, and I'd instructed the chap to let the doors open whenever possible, and park in sunny areas- well.. I really don't know if all that happened.What I DO know however is that the car has come back, and it is STINKY!!, It reeks of "old socks + Sour curd" (chemistry at work) and I simply HAVE to let down all the windows while driving- which in turn means lots of smoke while in the city.
Today morning I opened the door and found an "ODONIL" bar on the floor, on enquiring as to which brilliant soul put it there- Professor Moriarty's name cropped up again (read- my wife) . Now it has a very very strange stink (Old socks+Sour curd + jasmine)
My dear fellow BHP-ians - please please guide me out of this precarious situation- eventhough I am getting extra nicities from the wife, the thought of having my car stink like this really cuts deep.
I need suggestions on HOW TO GET RID OF THE STINK from the spilt milk.
Do keep in mind that it's now 8 days from the unfortunate event.
Contrary to the age old saying - I AM crying over spilt milk! |