Businessman: Hello?
Me: Hey, when you drove the car this morning, did it smell like gasoline?
B: Uh, no.
Me: Hmm, maybe it's the car I'm driving behind.
This conversation happened while I was driving thirty miles away to a kid's birthday party. While on the interstate, the smell dissipated.
When the party was over, someone offered to start my car for me to warm it up. Five minutes later, I got in the car and almost gagged on the fumes. A quick check outside showed exhaust coming out of the tail pipe, so I didn't think it was clogged. However, every time I stopped at a light I was inundated with fumes. I called the Businessman and explained the situation. His suggestion:
"Promise me you'll crack the windows."
Of course this sounds ridiculously smart, except for one problem: the temperature outside was -5 degrees. Not a typo.
When I got our slightly blue children home (blue from cold, I assume, and not asphyxiation) he noted that my car made the garage smell like gas.
So, guess who gets to drive my car this week?
Sunday, December 14, 2008
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Well, if it makes you feel better, carbon monoxide has no smell, so it's unlikely to be that.
ReplyDeleteI don't imagine gas fumes are much less toxic over long periods, though. I don't like the smell of them at normal times, and while I'm pregnant they make me want to barf.