Vanilla
So I bought a new car today, a 2002 Oldsmobile Aurora. 46,000 miles, bronze in color, rides like a dream, has leather interior, nice. I got it from Grand Buick Pontiac on 28th St. in Grand Rapids. The sales guy said that it had only one previous owner.
The Carfax report revealed that the vehicle was purchased in Florida in December 2002 and sold in Grand Rapids in August. Hmm…there’s only one type of person that has that kind of schedule. Snowbirds!
That means that some nice little old lady drove the car back and forth to Florida a couple of times and that’s it. Why is it for sale, not sure, maybe she’s driving the big Oldsmobile Aurora in heaven.
Need more proof that Gertie or Hazel used to pimp my ride? How about the smell. I couldn’t quite put my finger in it. Something like Ben Gay mixed with the inevitable anal seepage of old age.
Then I had a flashback. You see, I used to deliver prescription medication to Rest Haven nursing home. Every day after school I was subject to a certain smell that I’ll never forget…the stench of DEATH
And that’s what my new car smells like. That is, until I stopped off at the gas station to add to the mix a Vanilla air freshener (which for some reason is in the same shape as the pine-tree-shaped pine scent).
I’m sure after a few days of airing it out, some spilled coffee, and other assorted personal smells; the old person stink will fade away…that is until it’s my turn to smell like death. –>