Ah Fig Newtons! I got a story about those.
In 1988 when Irene was pregnant with our second, she used our little Toyota motor home as her around-town vehicle. She had a bad case of morning sickness and so she kept Fig Newtons in that little RV to help her get through a spell. It was then that we were living in an apartment complex while our house was being built.
One day I drove the RV to work so Irene could use the car. On my way to work I wondered what that smell was inside the RV. I drove the 30 miles and back home at the end of my work day, all along circulating air through the RV because of the smell. When I got back home to the apartment, I decided to check out the cause of the strange odor. I found the shallow kitchen sink was full of vomit and all my driving had it sloshing around and running down the cabinet to the carpet. And there were Irene's Fig Newtons, in the vomit and more still in the wrapper close by.
I was furious. My wife has morning sickness and decides to throw up in the kitchen sink, and doesn't say anything to me. Well.....I stomp into the apartment and start ranting about the wrong she did without any detail on what my complaint was about. I continued to say "You know what you did, don't deny it!" After she refused to confess, I said "How could you throw up in the RV sink and not say anything? The RV stinks to high heaven! Irene stood her ground saying she did not vomit in the sink.
After much back and fourth, our arguing eventually stopped and I took buckets of water and cleaners and went out to clean up the horrible mess. The sink was clogged with vomit so it wouldn't go down. It just stayed in the sink and sloshed out as I drove along. As I was cleaning up the mess, I detected an alcohol odor in the vomit. After much thought over MANY YEARS (just ask Irene how long) I concluded we accidentally left the RV door unlocked and a homeless person slept inside that night. He or she found Irene's Fig Newtons and made a meal of them. Apparently Fig Newtons don't mix well with a bottle of booze.
CLICK HERE to see some pictures of the interior of our old little RV with that shallow kitchen sink.
Irene and I have a good laugh to this day about that saga. Circumstantial evidence weighed so very heavy against her. I still say she's guilty, ha ha.
