I drove Mark's car the other day because he and my brother Billy are trying to get the air conditioning going in my car. Which is super-sweet, thanks guys. I've written about the perils of Mark's car before, but I was assaulted anew when I experienced the stale old man cologne smell that hit me when I got into his warm car this weekend. The nasty tree freshener. Let me say that I believe they devalue a car by a full 50%. At least in style points. They say to me, "I stink and don't care enough to be clean!", "My dog poops in this car!", "This car is full of half eaten fast food!" Seriously, I have a real problem seeing a nice ride with a hanging tree. Mark's car is messy, but it didn't smell bad, at least until he put that horrible "freshener" in! Once again he succumbed to the desires of his female children when they saw one and thought it would be a great idea.

I was at the indoor flea market in Scarborough looking for old picture frames. I pulled in between two cars and was flanked by tree fresheners!

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And this...

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I'm sorry that I'm so judgy about this, but I don't get it. I want my car to smell like leather cleaner and Windex. So, this is my thing. What is yours? Do you have a deal breaker? Share your pet peeve on our Fan Page or tweet #nonastytrees.

It'll make me feel so much better about myself if you too haven't had a second date because he didn't make his bed.

I'm a Virgo trying to deal.

Celeste

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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