On Saturday, before things went from "I feel a little queasy" to "Oh no oh no oh no", I made myself a Reuben sandwich for lunch. Yum! I put the leftover sauerkraut in the fridge.
It was Saturday night when things really went south, and by Sunday afternoon, when I shakily made my way out of bed and opened up the fridge to grab the diet Coke, well, I am pretty sure that the last thing on earth that I needed to smell right then was ...
Holy Mary Mother of God, that almost did me in. I slammed the fridge door shut and leaned against it. "Maybe it wasn't that bad," I thought. "It's just my upset stomach that's making that sauerkraut smell so disgusting."
I turned around and cautiously cracked the fridge door open.
Yeah, it was that bad.
Now, I am in no way, shape or form blaming the sauerkraut for my intestinal distress. I felt queasy when I woke up on Saturday morning, when the sauerkraut was not yet even on the horizon.
But that does not negate the fact that because I was sick, that sauerkraut smelled DISGUSTING, and I had to get it out of the house.
"Just ... just ... fling it out the back door," I thought. But hell, even I'M not THAT white trash.
I finally steeled myself, opened the fridge again, grabbed the container of sauerkraut, and, trying desperately not to breathe, quick-stepped to the garbage can. The OUTSIDE garbage can. The one all the way out by the SHED.
*Whew*. Crisis averted. Except, sadly, I may never be able to eat a Reuben sandwich again.