This week I took a cake to work and left the glass top thingy on the passenger’s side of my car. On the way home I had to put my “Greatest Hits of the Bee Gees” double CD case under the topper because I was out of room in my CD holder space. Throughout the week small driblets of frosting from the topper have dripped onto the Bee Gees CD and, my car being the dog transport mobile, the frosting attracted zillions of black lab hairs.
Today I realized that I must be the only person on earth – past or present – driving around with a be-furred Bee Gees CD under a cake topper!
Oh, I don’t know…I treat my car like a large purse. Right now there is a large bundle of firewood (been there for about 4 months), 2 books (emergency book stash, in case I’m stranded somewhere without other reading material), a blow-up clown, slightly deflated (from friend’s clown-hating child’s party), a small portable barbeque grill, a jacket, and a very old, unopened package of marshmallow peeps. At least, that’s all I can think of at the moment–oh wait, there’s also a big container of cat litter (clumping kind), and a survival/first aid kit.
Cranky Hermit’s car scares me. There’s an emergency book stash, which is always good, but then there’s that clown. A blow-up clown. That’s scary. And Peeps. Old Peeps. That’s really scary. :eek:
Anyway, in the back of my car are two bags of books waiting to be donated, my son’s skateboard, a soccer ball, my bag from work, and a plastic milk crate with ‘car stuff’ in it. ‘Car stuff’ is a can of pre-moistened glass wipes, a bottle of Febreze, a couple of bungee cords, an emergency spotlight that plugs into the cigarette lighter, an extra box of tissues, an umbrella, a map book, and a small stash of emergency back-up books.
While I have some of the above, books, and such, the weirdest thing in my car right now is probably an old shower curtain. But it’s there for a reason, honest…my bike has detachable wheels, and when you remove the front tire it fits neatly* into the back seat. But I don’t want to tear up my seat or filthy it up, so I lay the curtain over it.
Neatly meaning with absolutely no room to spare, touching end to end, with the handlebars turned slightly. It’s very hard to put in, and you should see me trying to do it all by myself. Especially *after *the ride.
Hmmm…the cab of the truck is filled with the usual junk - books, MREs, stock certificates, PTA coffee mug, General Dynamic Phalanx cap, etc. But there is a bowling ball banging around in the bed. Seems Goodwill won’t take them anymore, and they are too much fun for me to just chuck it in the dumpster. What do you do with an unwanted bowling ball?
I have some of those glossy, pretty river stones that you buy as a decoration. I got some for my sister’s bridal shower (we had the shower in a hotel room overlooking the beach, and the tables were set with beach pails, sand, beach towels and these rocks to hold things down).
After the shower, the tin of rocks tipped over in my trunk. I think they breed back there, because every few months I find a couple more. I’ve cleaned out all the ones I can find, but now, nearly two years after the shower, I still find them.
I also have books, a shirt that fell out of the Goodwill bag, a tail light (don’t ask), and old Thomas Guides.
I have two kites, for the unofficial kite club we started at our school. They need to be there, because we have a meeting whenever the wind blows just right, so it takes some finesse. I have a pair of shoes and an outfit from when I dress up as our principal only more evil, that I should give back to somebody at any given time. I have CDs in my car that range from Jelly Roll Morton to Neutral Milk Hotel. I’ve got a bed sheet that some how got in their magically, probably either from wearing a toga or just because. There are also the usual jumper cables, sunglasses, ice scraper, and whatever else, for the usual circumstances. I’ve also got hairspray and a bag, although I never use hairspray. Not sure how it got in there. I also am going to start carrying around my harp, accordian, and ukulele, for another thing we are trying to start at school. Call it a roving band of muscians, if you will.
I have an ice scraper and windshield wiper fluid and water bottles. About 8 or 9 some with frozen cubes inside that rattle and remind me of the sound that mice make in my walls at night. ::shivers::There is also stomped french fries and onion rings on the floor and Narnia figurines in the back seat ( the chillun’s domain).
I have a strange collection of cds in the glovebox:D
You go to the bowling alley and ‘forget’ to take it home.
I have a bottle of glucosamine that I just left there 'cause I end up remembering to take some more often, a set of semi-broken computer speakers that have been ‘fixed’ by wiring the volume to full (I think I meant for it to be used with my mp3/CD player I keep there too), and a broken bread-maker I found that I just had to have the motor from, but can’t be bothered to extract yet.
Mine is, as someone mentioned above, a large purse. It has a basketball that belongs to my dog (you do NOT want to touch it without gloves after she’s been playing “boomer” trust me). Dance shoes from a part time "fun " job I do at a local university.
Two extension cords, 1-15 foot cord and 1-100 foot cord. It’s a diesel and MUST be plugged in when the weather gets too cold, or it won’t start. I live in an apartment complex with iffy parking, so the 100 foot cord is so that I can plug in if I end up having to park in the North 40.
I have at least 15 coffee cups, since I sometimes use my truck for work and then forget to take the now empty coffee cup back to the office. Emergency reading material. Mail I haven’t brought in yet (there’s probably a University check I haven’t deposited yet).
Grocery bags used for emergency “pet owner responsibility bags” Various junk, it’s been too cold to clean lately. and among all the mess are assorted milk bones. My dog LOVES getting them from the bank or whatever other drive throughs I use, but she just wants to get them. She doesn’t really want to eat them, so she hides them in the back seat.
three collapsable tables and about 150 kungfu and spanish language dvd’s.
Please remember: You are buying a $5 dvd at a swapmeet. It is new, in the wrapper, and it’s not bootleg. This, combined with the price, means there is a good chance it won’t star Bruce Lee. Stop asking.