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heh hehDiracPool said:So, sure enough, three months later, there stood the emptied spaghetti in the passenger door jam. I didn't give a F*&%. Hence, the Plymouth Duster was subsequently dubbed, the "Spaghetti-mobile." It's a true story, I swear. My dad thought that was the funniest thing in the world. So much so that, about a year later, he had a similar incident, and in the spirit of defiance for a self-imposed idiotic act, decided not to clean up a similar "take out" catastrophe he created in his car.
I wasn't there to witness his incident so I can't speak to it, but I believe him.
Y'all be crazy.
Thing is...a smelly, nasty car won't be possible if/when I get married.
edit: Just this week I found 10-day old french fries in my passenger side floor. Forgot I dropped some earlier... :) With the weather so humid and hot now, rotting food can get super gross.