I’m in trouble now

I carry gas in the trunk when I go to LaGrange to mow; well, a couple of days ago,  a wee bit spilled.  This is bad because Der Bingle is always remarking about how my car smells like gasoline. Except it hasn’t since last summer, but now the dratted cycle resumes. The really unfortunate consequence is that I had a full pack of Diet Coke in my trunk, and, yes, maybe some gas got on the cardboard container and wicked its way to the cans.

I discovered this circumstance this morning when I went out to get the virgin pack, put it in the back vestibule and then raised a can to my face.  Do I want to wash the 23 remaining cans or put a sign up that advises consumers to wash their own cans?

Sigh. I believe I am going to have to do the wash option. I get myself in the most unusual predicaments; it has got to be a curse.

I can’t put this off . . . so see you later.