Funky (c)old man Stink!

I am back. Actually, this is a follow up to the posting of the other day when I compared old men to babies. It is kind of funny.

FIL is to be out of the hospital and off to the home tomorrow. The Wife swung by the condo to pick up some of his personal effects, clothes and other belongings of his. No problem. She loads the car with them.

I have to run some errands and find myself in our car, not the fucking Beast. I am driving with FIL's stuff in the car and start to wonder what is that strange, funky odor I am smelling in the car. I cannot place it, but something sure smells, and it isn't good.

I look around and see FIL's belongings and clothing. Then, I am struck with the answer. FIL's stuff is what is stinking up the car. The car is now full of "Old Man Stink".

My car smelled like funky, old man stink! Blahhh!

I have not been in the car today and the Wife did unload his stuff, but I wonder if the funk remains. I do not know how long I can drive with that old man stink permeating my very being. Blahhh!!!! I need a shower just thinking of it.

Ciao!