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Driving Miss Pushing Up Daisies

Just when you think you've pretty much seen it all along comes a story that leaves you - in a word - dumbfounded.

I came across an article on msnbc's web site last week that made my jaw drop. Turns out a woman in Costa Mesa, California had been driving around in her car for TEN months with a dead woman in the passenger seat.

Police responded to a complaint that a car was blocking someone's driveway and when they arrived the first thing they noticed was the stench coming from the car. They broke the window to check it out and found the mummified body of a homeless woman - she sure was now - and a box of baking soda, which apparently wasn't masking the smell very well.

The woman who owned the car said she was scared to call police when she discovered the body and that she'd kinda gotten used to the smell.

I don't know. Why the heck would this woman drive around with a dead body in her car?

Did she want to take advantage of family night at the drive in?

This movie kills me!

Did she feel safer driving through dark neighbourhoods pretending there were two people in the car?

Did she like the fact the dead person didn't keep asking her to change the radio station?

Was it two-for-one night at the McDonald's drive-thru?

If she's not dead already, those Big Macs'll sure kill her.

I know. I know.

She got to drive in the commuter lane during rush hour!

Doesn't specify they both should be alive.

Police say they conducted tests to determine the identity of the woman.

While they're at it they should conduct some tests on the other woman's brain to determine whether or not she has one.

Comments

Shieldmaiden96 said…
A woman near us paid someone to exhume the bodies of both her husband and her sister. The husband she kept rolled up in a carpet in the garage, the sister she propped up on the couch. She used to talk to her.
The older I get the less surprised I am by the potential for batshit crazy in the human mind.
nonamedufus said…
Shieldmaiden96: Well at least she knew her husband wouldn't talk back to her and her sister wouldn't contradict her. She probably was never happier. Weird.
Cruella Collett said…
Yikes! That is absolutely creepy! I wonder how she got in the car in the first place - did she walk there herself while alive (hopefully), or did someone (the owner of the car?) put her there? And I agree with you - no brain. How does one get "used to" the smell of a decaying body in ones car anyway? Though come to think of it, certain Wonderbaum/Little Tree types smell like something crawled up and died, and people seem to get used to those...
nonamedufus said…
Cruella: The driver had actually befriended the homeless women and let her sleep in her car. One day she didn't wake up.

I had to Google Wonderbaum/Little Tree. Oh, yeah, those pine tree "air fresheners" are the worst!
Moooooog35 said…
Two words for you:

Carpool Lane.

I rest my case.
nonamedufus said…
Moooooog: Works for me. Did for her too, apparently.
Quirkyloon said…
Eeek!

I also thought she was going for the carpool lane, but then I had another important thought:

The zombies ate her brain!

Hence, she doesn't have one!
nonamedufus said…
Quirks: hahahaha...that's gotta be it! Leave it to you to figure this one out.
dana said…
Wouldn't you PAY big bucks to watch a car-jacker steal that woman's car? I'd love to see how far up the road he'd get before he looked toward the passenger's seat.

Come on. You know you'd pay to see that happen!
nonamedufus said…
dana: Long time no comment. Hope all is well. That would be a good one. Although his first clue that something was amiss might be the smell!
00dozo said…
Geez, and I thought I was lax at cleaning out my car.

What I don't understand is that nobody noticed it earlier. Egad!
nonamedufus said…
00dozo: Sure gives new meaning to the phrase "death on wheels".
Leeuna said…
Eeeew! This reminds me of last week's CSI episode where the woman was a hoarder and they found dead bodies among the junk in her house. It made me sick just watching it. How on earth could someone "get used" to the smell of a rotting corpse? And I thought I had sinus problems...sheesh!
nonamedufus said…
Leeuna: Ever seen "Hoarders"? I'm not surprised CSI used it as a story line. Those people are sick. Eeeew is right.
Linda said…
Hmm...reminds me of a recent episode of CSI. The woman was a hoarder, and her daughter was discovered dead in the house.
Boom Boom Larew said…
My father-out-law, who was a medical examiner, used to transport bodies on occasion by strapping them into the front seat. No long term passengers, though.

(Yeah... I come by my weirdness honestly.)
nonamedufus said…
Linda: Yeah, that's what Leeuna said. "Ripped from the headlines"! *dun, dun*
nonamedufus said…
Booom Boom: Holy crap, that's weird! You're father-in-law was Quincy!
injaynesworld said…
This story makes me feel positively normal.
nonamedufus said…
jayne: Oh, really? Just what neighbourhood do you live in?
Better than than driving test dummy I keep in the passenger seat for HOV lanes

Or maybe not.

Wouldnt there be a stench?
nonamedufus said…
Brahm: You sly devil, you! Of course your idea is better. Unless your test dummy reeks of rotting flesh! Not that there's anything wrong with that. Well, uh, sorta.
Everybody needs a friend, NoName. And dead women don't shed, either.
nonamedufus said…
Mike: Well as my Uncle Fecal used to say "With friends like that who needs enemas."
Moooooog35 said…
Two words for you:

Carpool Lane.

I rest my case.
Better than than driving test dummy I keep in the passenger seat for HOV lanes

Or maybe not.

Wouldnt there be a stench?

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