"How bad could it be?" I thought yesterday as I hung it over the rear-vision mirror. "I eat mints so it's unlikely to cause any problems is it?"
Before I'd even drive 1/2km I had to open the windows in my air-conditioned car. Part of me wanted to throw the wretched thing out into the street, but the law-abiding part of me would not let me litter.
It didn't, it continued to grow stronger and stronger. Finally I made it to my destination near JD's school where I picked him up.
Getting into the car he said with an appreciative sniff, "What a great smell! I love it! It smells so .... so minty."
"Yuck!" I replied. "It's disgusting."
"If you don't want it, can I have it for my room?" JD asked, ever on the lookout for something free.
"Sure," I said, "As long as I don't have to smell it in my room."
Today I was a little afraid of getting into my car in case the stench lingered. Fortunately I made it to my radio station with my sense of smell and my sanity intact. Ok, at least my sense of smell was.