Honey and I occasionally visit a chiropractic clinic in Crosby. Without making this a commercial for the place, I can say that the chiropractor is one of the best we have ever encountered. If you need details, contact me for a referral.
His bookkeeper recently completed her training and became a licensed massage therapist. She and Honey had already become friends, and Honey was one of her first customers. When we were in recently, she was showing us her new massage room in the clinic, and as we left, she gave Honey a plastic baggie of therapeutic bath salts.
Honey dropped the bag in her purse and we headed for home. Before we were halfway home, the salts were stinking up the whole truck. As soon as we got home, Honey threw the bag away – she already knew there was no way she was getting into a tub of water with that stuff.
I don’t know what was in the mixture – Epsom salts, eucalyptus, and God knows what else – but the odor was both pervasive and disgusting!
She has been trying for a week to get the smell out of her purse. She has tried spraying it with Febreze, and with Lysol and wiping it with a rag soaked in vinegar. She tried turning the purse inside-out and setting it out in the sun – hard to do since it has rained almost every day since she got the stuff.
So far, although the smell has diminished slightly, nothing has worked. I’m pretty sure I see a new purse in the near future, but even that may not help. Everything that was in the purse has picked up the smell.
Meanwhile, the baggie is in the garbage out in the garage. Even though the big double garage doors stay open during daylight hours, the smell out there would gag a maggot.
Thank goodness today is garbage day.
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