I am normally a very tidy person. I keep my surfaces generally clutter free (not all the time but I am timely in cleaning up) and I pride myself on a junk free car. Except when I was getting out in the work parking lot this morning and I realized how much crap is in my car right now. Here’s a semi-complete list of the contents:
- Islands of Adventure large umbrella
- Box of CDs I intended to sell but CD Warehouse went out of business
- Yoga mat
- Two pairs of kid socks and one tennis shoe
- One pair of kid flip flops
- Two jackets: mine and Elliot’s
- A Diego Tricycle
- Various granola and snack bars
- Straw wrappers from Starbucks
- Napkins/used Kleenex
- Three sippy cups half filled with water
- An athletic bag containing yellow flag football flags
- One pair of cleats covered in caked on red clay
- One plastic dinosaur
- One makeshift teddy bear from a church, given to us in the ER
- Paperwork from the dermatologist appointment back on the 11th
As you can see, the contents of my car could easily serve to make a very interesting Freshman comp writing assignment. How do these items define the person (or family) who owns this car? There’s also a lot of detail driven writing that could come from this. It’s almost sad that I think in writing assignments.
So, what’s a place where you have a collection of stuff, what is it, and how would I interpret you just by those things? Do tell!
I am one of those people with a messy car. Seriously, there is way too much to list here. You would get in my car and think “Wow, this is a mess.”
The only other collection of stuff I have is craft supplies, mostly yarn. You would think “Gee, this person likes yarn, A LOT.”
Lately, since my car has been out and about a bit more than usual and no longer serves as counter space in the garage, I now have a table sitting beside my chair upon which crap accumulates. Currently, there are:
1) several empty cigarette boxes
2) my daughter’s diary (which I am so not reading)
3) a soiled paper plate
4) a bottle of orange juice with the lid on (since the bees are swarming)
5) a Daughtry CD (my wife’s)
6) the soundtrack for Where the Wild Things Are
7) a box containing a once-used Netgear Wireless-G adapter
8) an empty coffee cup from McCafe
9) two fine-toothed combs for the dog, because of the fleas
10) various pieces of mail, mostly catalogs that we never subscribed to
11) an empty clay pot
12) a fork
and a bunch of other detritus that I could mention but my laptop battery is running low, so there’s no time . . .
Yeah, I’m a slob.