Bob brings his lunch to work in — they actually aren’t Tupperware — they’re Pyrex things with plastic covers. He tends to bring them home with food still in them and often doesn’t tend to them immediately resulting in a stinkfest and if I haven’t mentioned it before, I have the nose of the bloodhound and hate all things remotely smelly so he usually hides this from me.

Recently there was a situation … either he left in the car a long time or else it was something that decomposed at an alarming rate. I came home from work and stepped into the room and immediately frowned: “Something stinks.” This wasn’t a light stink, this was like something died and crawled into our kitchen.

“Yeah, I’m working on it,” he said. Bob ran the lid through the dishwasher and soaked it in a solution of baking soda and water. (On his own, no advice from me on this one.)

After dinner tonight he rinsed it off and took a big whiff and then there was a terrible gurgly gag, a pause and another full-body retch — but he kept his dinner down.

We threw it away.

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