Stink Attack

When I open my car door, a whisper of yellowness seeps from the interior. After I get in, the stench blossoms into hardcore bad breath mixed with rot.

I have taken the following actions:

1. Removed all the Cliff Bar and gum wrappers in the side pockets
2. Thrown away every empty Propel bottle and coffee cup on the floor
   
3. Evacuated the pieces of broken fax machine that have been strewn across the backseat for six months
4. Aplogized profusely to anyone lucky enough to be my passenger
   

But the stink remains, undefatigable. My next step may be drastic. I may go to the carwash.