FORT Koffee Klatch

[just1paul]

I've never named a car, but I know a lot of people that do. I call my car the "flesh mobile" because its a weird shade of tan that looks more flesh colored than tan.

We call my husband's truck the rolling trash dumpster.

The ashes story is weird, but funny.

And Gabriel, glad you and Joey enjoyed the Valentine

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I just got in from a meeting earlier and since I got home, I have smelled a weird/bad smell. No one but me can smell it. But it smells horrible. I have been all over the house looking for evidence of dog problems, but find none. Yet, it smells kind of sour/sharp/almost like bad citrus.
ARGH, I hate this as I can't stop smelling it. And I can't find the source. The household thinks I'm crazy. Could be. But I hate when I smell bad stuff. UGH.

Something rolled got rolled behind something? Critter up and died, like a mouse or something? What about bunny cage? clean?

[CantGetNuf]

I can always smell something dead a day before the rest of the family. That is a smell I can not stand. Thats why I prefer my husband put out the traps rather then the poison. The mice eat the poison then crawl somewhere we can't find them to die.

[Missyboxers]

Nope, I don't name my car either. It's just "the Jeep".

We don't name ours either, beyond "the big [black] jeep" and "the little [white] jeep." Unless we're talking about our cars of years past, in which case color and/or model are invoked as well. My parents found a good Jeep guy back in the day, always helpful in terms of giving us loaner cars when ours needs a checkup, always gives us the best deal possible and will level with us about what else is out there, etc. We're on our sixth and seventh Jeeps right now.

[misskitty]

I bought the car from a friend at work whose entire family believes in cremation. This woman, whom I had met several years prior (and I knew she had died), had been married to the man who owned the car before me. He was very old, and drove very little due to his medical problems. Well, Uncle Bill died, and my friend went down to take care of business. My other car was acting up, so my friend offered to let me drive the Maxima. I knew that Uncle Bill had been cremated and they were waiting on his ashes to be shipped. I asked, "Where's Anna Mae?" She said, "In the back of that car you've been driving around!" I flipped out!! I took a friend with me and went to check out the trunk, and there she was...in a black plastic box. My friend got a cussing that day!

To this day, I don't know if Anna Mae and Bill have made it to their final resting place. The last I heard, they were on a shelf in the living room.

Sorry.

[Gutmutter]

Ok, the first part of this story is sad. When my grandparents were very old together (mid-80's), my grandfather died first. He had always done the driving and less than a week after he died, my grandmother was going shopping - had a list and everything, and was driving herself for the first time. She sat in the car warming it up - in the garage with the doors closed (didn't know any better) and died of carbon monoxide poisoning. I needed a car at the time and my brother went down and drove it back for me. Nobody had told me it was a talking car. If you didn't close the door all the way, it said "A door is ajar". My kids were little and we'd always talk back to that one..."No it isn't! A door is a door!" I forget what else it said, but it was weird having a car talk to me that my grandmother had died in.

[Leo]

As a sign of my geekdom, the only thing I name are... my computers. I usually get names from TV shows (my laptop is called Montecito after Las Vegas, for example.

[Critical]

As a sign of my geekdom, the only thing I name are... my computers. I usually get names from TV shows (my laptop is called Montecito after Las Vegas, for example. :geek

My laptop's name is Sebastian

[buglover]

I got my new debit card so now I have some access to my money that the thief tried to steal! Step one on the checklist of getting this whole thing put behind me!

[MRD]

Gut, that is sad. My first car belonged to my grandmother. But she had voluntarily given up driving and gave me her car. She didn't pass for another 20 years after that.

My brother had a talking car and we used to say the same thing to it about the door being a door and not a jar. What used to bug us was the "fuel level is low" that went on constantly until you stopped and got gas.


Well I found the smell. It was Bogie. He's apparantly rolled in something. Which explains why the smell was EVERYWHERE in the house. It was in every room which was just weird to me until I realized he was following me around as I looked for the smell.`

[prhoshay]

Ok, the first part of this story is sad. When my grandparents were very old together (mid-80's), my grandfather died first. He had always done the driving and less than a week after he died, my grandmother was going shopping - had a list and everything, and was driving herself for the first time. She sat in the car warming it up - in the garage with the doors closed (didn't know any better) and died of carbon monoxide poisoning. I needed a car at the time and my brother went down and drove it back for me. Nobody had told me it was a talking car. If you didn't close the door all the way, it said "A door is ajar". My kids were little and we'd always talk back to that one..."No it isn't! A door is a door!" I forget what else it said, but it was weird having a car talk to me that my grandmother had died in.

Sad story about the grandparents, for sure.

The story about you all talking back to the car reminds me of when the Clampetts went to Beverly Hills and had never encountered a telephone, and would stand over it and yell, "Hello!" at it without picking up the receiver!!