full (of Sonny Bryan's BBQ)On Monday, I had a brain fart and put it in the new bag I put into the trashcan instead of the old bag earmarked to go out.
Fast forward to this morning, our second trash day of the week. The rotting soy reek when I removed the bag was so strong it made me with my diminished sense of smell gag. When Vogon walked by the now-emptied trashcan a half hour later, he began retching.
At this point I did The Right Thing and filled the bottom third of the trash can with a strong bleach solution and let it sit for an hour.
Coming in this afternoon, I noted the bleach and faint rotting soy aroma in the nearly dry can as smelling exactly like the frozen section of an Oriental supermarket.
