Gross

Him: Hello

Me: Hi, can I yell at you for a minute?

Him: What did I do now?

Me: When you drive my car to the airport on Sunday afternoon while eating lunch, I would appreciate it if after you got home, you would take your dishes and drink cups out of my car.

Him: (laughing) Oh, sorry.

Me: The car stinks like crusty pickles. When we opened the door, Elliott said, "Oooh mama, what's that stinky smell?" (note: There was a bowl on the floor of my car with 3-5 crusty and molting pickles, left over from some sort of sandwich)

Him: Sorry, I forgot.

Me: It's pretty gross. I've left everything in the garage for you. Goodbye.