I think of my car as my pocketbook on wheels, but I have a clean conscience about it.
Have you ever noticed that when a friend offers you a ride and you get in their car, they usually say, āSorry about the mess,ā even if the carās interior is so pristine you could perform surgery in there?
Of course, with some cars it takes five minutes to move all the random crap off the seat before you can sit down.
Perhaps because I grew up in Detroit, I believe that the condition of our cars says something about us. I recently asked my Facebook pals: Is the inside of your car clean and tidy, or it is a disaster area?
According to their responses, our cars are all over the map:
My car is spotless. I just wish the rest of my life were this beautiful and well-ordered.
Mine is so junked up that people probably think Iām homeless.
I think of my car as my pocketbook on wheels. It contains everything I need for daily survival.
We call my husbandās car the Rolling Lunchbox or Meals on Wheels because heās stashed so much snack food in it.
I keep a duster in the door pocket and use it at lights. And I shake out my floor mats once a week. Thereās nothing wrong with that. There ISN’T.
The inside of my car is spotless. But thereās a body in the trunk. (Just kidding.)
I think of my car as āoff-site storage.ā Itās not only full of random crap, but I have four dogs, one of whom is chronically car sick. You really wouldnāt want to get into my car. Unless youāre a dog.
I always carry lots of bottled water, just in case I break down in a desert. Even though I live in Philadelphia.
If I ever disappear due to foul play the cops will easily be able to trace the last six months of my life from the crap on the floor of my car.
My car is as clean as my conscience, and thatās all Iām going to say about it.
LAST WEEK I FOUND A SQUIRREL IN MY CAR.
In my car right now? Empty cigarette packs. A roll of paper towels. Used paper towels. And, of course, dog nose prints all over the windows.
Iām a teacher. My car is full of school supplies. If times get tough, Iāll be able to sell pens, markers and construction paper out of the back of my car.
My car is spotless and tidy. (Just kidding! It isnāt.)
My car contents? Jackets, umbrellas, walking sticks, spare shirts, restaurant coupons, energy bars, Blue Diamond almonds, bottled water and a life-sized cardboard cut out of Hillary Clinton. (I know the election is over but I canāt bear to throw her out.)
My car is a microcosm of my life. I could tell you about it. But then Iād have to kill you.
Food wrappers. Books. Thermoses. Empty coffee cups. Sunglasses. Jackets. Blankets. Troll doll in a nurse uniform. Emergency apocalypse backpack. Flashlights. Hair ties. Reading glasses. Newspapers. Receipts. Grocery lists. Stuff to take to Goodwill. And my husband has stashed an axe under the driverās seat of my car. Yes. An AXE.
The upside to having a really messy car? When I do clean it out, I always find lots of spare change.
I divide people into those who brush off my passenger seat and hop right in, and those who grimace, then get in with a look of determination combined with pity.
What does your car say about you? Are you neat and calm? Unruly and chaotic? Totally in control? Or fast and loose and ready for anything?
Next time you get in your car, look around. Is this who you want to be? If not, get rid of the used tissues, replace that pile of National Inquirers with a neatly folded copy of the New York Times and throw out all the half-eaten sandwiches. (And donāt forget to return that overdue library book youāve been searching all over for — itās under the front seat.)
(Mild-mannered librarian and humorist Roz Warren is the author of OUR BODIES, OUR SHELVES: LIBRARY HUMOR. This essay first ran on Zestnow.)
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