I Need Help!

I need help! I take Leigh out every Saturday morning for fun and grocery shopping. About 3 weeks ago we grocery shopped and unloaded the car when we got back to her home. Well...we THOUGHT we unloaded it all anyway. I had a car seat in the back and somehow the half gallon of milk and carton of egg beaters slid behind the car seat and we missed them. That would be the week that we had the record high temperature. By Thursday, a strange smell hit me when I got in the car to go home. I checked my feet to see if perhaps my failing eyesight had missed something significant and it was clinging to the bottom of my shoe. The smell was overpowering and by the time I got home I was about ready to make my own contribution to the already unpleasant atmosphere. That is when I decided to move the car seat to see what had crawled in my car and died. Both the milk and the carton of egg beaters had exploded. It smelled like a bag of rotten potatoes. And if you have ever smelled rotten potatoes you know what I am talking about.

I vacuumed out the car, shampooed, sprayed, and drove 70 miles and hour with all my windows down. Nothing helped. On Saturday when I took Leigh out again, her staff covered their noses then whipped out their perfume/body fragrance and sprayed each other. It just happened to be cold that day....too cold to ride with the windows down. Now think about taking a bag of rotten potatoes and spraying it with cheap perfume and you can imagine what it smelled like then. I prayed for red lights so I could roll down my window while we stopped.

I went to Walmart and purchased a deodorizer for the car and saturated the site of the explosion. Have you ever been trapped near someone who failed to take a bath but thought they could spray a little cologne and no one would know? I'm becoming paranoid...I feel that the aroma saturates my clothing and sticks to me every time I get out of the car. I study facial expressions of anyone that gets near to see if they have gotten a whiff and have detected from where it came.

Anyone who knows Leigh has been made aware of her keen sense of smell. She doesn't cull her adjectives when describing an aroma that tickles her nose or crosses her mind. I shall not repeat her description of the scent that has invaded my car.

If there is a positive to this, I doubt King of Patience will be taking my car and hauling his buddies on a golf trip and leaving me his old truck to drive anytime soon.

Any suggestions for solving this disaster would be most appreciated.