Lessons in Automotive Maintenance

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.