Five adults squished into a car. Of course I’m in the middle of the back seat. My mom is sitting next to me and asks my brother, in the front seat, to get her water from under the seat.
My brother reaches under the front passenger seat to find the water. He finds: a sugar bowl that was given to my mom by a relative. A wine glass, securely stashed and wrapped in a napkin for safekeeping under the seat. The wine glass, it was explained, is for emergency wine tastings, since if you bring your own wine glass, tastings are free in some parts. You always need an emergency wine glass, am I right?! We all laugh.
Next he finds the matching creamer to the sugar bowl. Oh, here is another wine glass, this one is for my father of course. This is starting to seem like some sort of crazy magician’s bag, but let me assure you, my parent’s car is not like something you’d find on Hoarders, it is very nice and clean.
Finally, he finds the bottle of water. Mission accomplished. And we continue our cramped car trip.
Do you have anything funny hidden in your car? Any unorthodox emergency supplies? Or maybe just something your forget to take out of the car? I have a habit of grabbing large amounts of paper napkins and avoiding eye contact with staff if we stop for somewhere for coffee or a quick bite to eat.













My car is such a friggin’ mess right now, not even joking. I think the weirdest thing that’s ridden around in my car the last couple of months are a pair of sweatpants belonging to my youngest aunt that I accidentally took after staying at a different aunt’s house back in, uh, like, December or January. I should really give those back.
What a fun post!
I don’t think I currently have anything strange lurking under my seats, but once in college I loaned my car to a friend and she cleaned it as a way of paying me back. She said I had the messiest car even (totally not true) and that there were french fries and shoes and everything under the seat. She even claimed she found a small child snacking on the fries, but I’m pretty sure she was joking. Pretty sure.
I have extra coats for changing temperatures, clothes and shoes from emergency clothes changes, belly dance costume items, a small boombox, CDs, all of the paperwork for my community college BD class, toilet paper, tissues, gum, ballroom dance shoes, and god knows what else in there. It’s a sty. But because I rarely have passengers it’s hard to find the motivation to do more than clean out the actual trash. I probably need to get some kind of system of swanky net organizing bins because I’m kind of using my car as a rolling office/studio right now anyway.
This explains a lot about the mythical basement, too.
So true, so true.
My car currently has: an emergency kit, two Abba CDs, a copy of my dossier and resume (because you never know…), extra socks, a Mamma Mia! CD (totally different from the Abba ones – honest), and a giant bottle of laundry detergent that I’m always too tired to bring into the house. But perhaps I can use it to launder the socks.
Oh gosh, that’s hilarious. I’d probably glue the sugar bowl to the dash so I’d always have it in reach! The last time I cleaned my car out, I found $4 under the driver’s seat. That was such a good day. Three years ago I was cleaning out my old car and I found a machete (in a leather pouch) under the seat. That was not a good day. It turned out to be my dad’s, and the car had been my grandfather’s, and my dad had been “wondering where that went” for about 20 years. AWESOME!
I always keep a stash of thank you notes (never know when you’ll need one, just like the wine glass), a baby bottle of Febreeze, and Hello Kitty band aids in my glove compartment. I have two cupholders and a pint size can of polyurethane is currently occupying one. I don’t know why but knowing me it’s going to sit in that car until 2013 at least.
WOW! A Machete! That’s a great story.
My dad has a machete in his car, too. And a lot of trombone mouthpieces. The two are not related…I think.
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