Roommate hates smokers. He's actually kind of irrational in his hatred; he's the kind of drama queen who'll wave his hand and cough if he has to walk within 20 feet of a smoker, even outside on a windy day. I recently had to tell him that if he got into a fistfight for smoke-shaming, he was on his own. He was shocked I wouldn't back him up, but you gotta pick your battles.
So why did he buy a car that was owned by a smoker?
He bought this Camry two years ago that seemed to have been owned by someone incapable of breathing without a cigarette in his mouth. The dealership was helpless to remove the smell of smoke that permeated every inch of the car and anything that was inside it for longer than 15 minutes, including (cough) passengers. My mother has chainsmoked for fifty years; nothing she owns stinks so bad. I can't even ride in it; it's the perfect migraine cultivator.
Funny thing is, he doesn't seem to notice it.
By that, I mean he tried a few things to get rid of the smell. The rows of air fresheners lined up on the dashboard do exactly dick, except now you're inhaling cloying chemicals in addition to your tobacco salad. The fabric softener trick worked, but only temporarily. When I pointed out that his car was giving me a headache again, he looked at me bewildered and said, "Really?"
I'm going to check the cabin filter on it; maybe the dealership didn't change it. It's summer; fans are running again, if the cabin filter's the problem, that's a cheap fix. Frankly, I was surprised the dealership didn't do more. I don't know the history of the car, but they sure saw Roommate coming.
So why did he buy a car that was owned by a smoker?
He bought this Camry two years ago that seemed to have been owned by someone incapable of breathing without a cigarette in his mouth. The dealership was helpless to remove the smell of smoke that permeated every inch of the car and anything that was inside it for longer than 15 minutes, including (cough) passengers. My mother has chainsmoked for fifty years; nothing she owns stinks so bad. I can't even ride in it; it's the perfect migraine cultivator.
Funny thing is, he doesn't seem to notice it.
By that, I mean he tried a few things to get rid of the smell. The rows of air fresheners lined up on the dashboard do exactly dick, except now you're inhaling cloying chemicals in addition to your tobacco salad. The fabric softener trick worked, but only temporarily. When I pointed out that his car was giving me a headache again, he looked at me bewildered and said, "Really?"
I'm going to check the cabin filter on it; maybe the dealership didn't change it. It's summer; fans are running again, if the cabin filter's the problem, that's a cheap fix. Frankly, I was surprised the dealership didn't do more. I don't know the history of the car, but they sure saw Roommate coming.



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