Let’s play a little game of “What’s in my car?”
Clearly, most of us can’t top the amount of trash that’s in the car above! Holy-Craptastic! But seriously, people accuse me of living out of my all car all the time. Okay, so I may have an occasional set of paper plates, or darts for a game at the bar, or a hundred hockey pucks, but come on. Who doesn’t?
I prefer to think of it as a little Girl Scout-ish. I like to be prepared. There’s nothing wrong with it!
So yes, I have over 100 napkins from Casey’s and Subway. So what? I’m a messy person, or at least one with bad ice cream karma. It always spills on me. And should someone have a bloody nose – I have it covered.
And yes, I do keep a spare set of shit shoes in the trunk. You never know when there will be cows out on the road that you have to get back in or a scouting expedition into the ditch because the cooler blew out of the back of the truck. Just sayin’.
And yes, there are enough koozies for a 12-pack. Got a problem with it? If I’m gonna use a koozie, I hate to be rude and not offer one to everyone else at the party. Don’t balk. I know some of you have used those very can coolers.
So yes, I do keep a stash of random and assorted “necessities.” And by “necessities,” I mean Carhartts, a church bulletin from my niece’s baptism two years ago (she’ll need it for her scrapbook when she graduates), a tire gauge, and probably some hangers, glue, and duck tape among other things. What about you? Is your interior crystal clean or is there a receipt from 2004 crammed between the seat belt shaft or a cereal graveyard smashed in the floormats from your baby that’s now 10 years old or a Hershey’s bar for “emergencies” or a garter from your wedding day 18 years ago?
Do you have something even more unusual? Could you play “Let’s Make a Deal” with the stuff strategically placed in your back seat? Do you have something you transfer when you buy a new vehicle? Do you even have any idea what’s squirreled away under the seat?
Well, come on, blab about it! I wanna know!
(No scorn here. I’m just camped out scanning my 2001 map of Texas and searching for my Best of Prince cd. Don’t judge. I could tell you the rest of what’s there, but then I’d hafta kill ya. Lol.)