When the nice man at the auto detailing place asks, "What fragrance do you want?" the appropriate response is "none." It is not "Whatever you want," which is what I chose.
As a result, my car now smells like Raggedy Andy threw up in the back seat after a night of pounding pina coladas and Jimmy Buffet singalongs. I have no one to blame, though, but myself.
Published on June 16, 2009 01:08