You guys are giving me flashbacks to my old pizza delivery days.
Pulling out of the parking light and up to that first stop light, when BAM!!! That pungent stench that makes you go "Oh %$&@, Anchovies!!!! Not again!" So then you'd have to pull off on the side of the road as soon as you could, so that you could relocate the pies from the passenger seat into the trunk, where they belong. Yet by then, it was already too late. Your car was going to stink for the rest of the night. If not the rest of the week.