I feel the need to share. Misery, company, etc. Feel free to do so yer own selves, please. So, wanna know what’s pretty gross, to me, today?
18 hour old* chicken stir-fry, with peas, and 3 hour old carrots, semi-digested into a glutinous, acidic mess.
That’s just a bit gross. This next bit is pretty gross.
Imagine, if you will, cleaning said mess out of the contacts which control all four power windows, the control for the driver’s side mirror, the overdrive button, shifter, ashtray, cup holder, the floor on both sides of the center console, and front seats of a station wagon. Also from a heavy cotton shawl-type coat, on the passenger’s side seat. After it had set in for about fourty-five minutes, or so.
With cheap, thin napkins, because there are no paper towels in the house, and this is the only functional car we own, at present. And having to use Q-Tips to get into the window and mirror controls, so as to remove the undigested pea-skins, and shredded bits of carrot. With nary a clothespin (for your nose, y’see) in sight.
And the only way to get it out from the tight gap between the seats and the center console is to go spelunking with a napkin, thereby sliming the back of your hand on either the seat or the console. Plus, the detrius of the average American family car, beneath the seats, or wedged into the bottom of that seat/console gap, must be removed, tweezers style, with two fingers, because that’s the only way to reach the stuff down at the bottom.
And after alla that, you’ve got to bring in that now dripping shawl, in your bare hands, and strip down in the laundry room, chucking the whole lot into the washer, so you can make it to the shower without contaminating anything else in the house.
Yep, That’s Pretty Gross.
[sub]*It was 18, and 3, hours old at the time escape velocity was reached, not when it was eaten, y’unnerstand. And I do mean escape velocity. There were a few drops that reached the passenger side window, from the driver’s seat.[/sub]