Recently my dad asked (more like told me with no way of escaping) to clean out my car. The friends that know me know I don't clean out my car. It looks like a small family lives in my car at all times. Pop the trunk and who knows what will jump out? I like to be prepared for anything! I could probably run away for literally months with the amount of clothes, food and hair ties found in my car. I know when cleaning out my car I asked myself many questions. Here's the ones I asked myself the most.
1. Where do I even begin?
This was the hardest questions to answer. Do I clean the front seat and work my way back? Do I start at the trunk and work my way forward? Hit the area that has the most junk? I almost gave up right there.
2. Gosh, why do I have so much stuff?
I've come to the conclusion that when it comes to my car I should be on the show "Hoarders." Case closed. First step is knowing you have a problem. This will be a never-ending task. I might actually die out here with a pile of all of this stuff.
3. When's the last time I ate at (insert fast food restaurant name here)?
Sooo many Sonic cups! So many... It's really embarrassing.
4. Eww, what is that?
I'm over this. I'll just walk. Swear whoever left this bag of Heresy Kisses in my car will be banned from my car, oh wait.
5. OK, I'm doing good. How much do I have left?
Mostly said after cleaning out something small like a cup holder, or the side of the door. But it's the little things that count, right?
6. Well, I've made progress I think I'll get a snack. [Three hours later.] Wow, has this gotten worse?
There has to be a logical explanation for why it looks even worse. Maybe someone put stuff back in there. Yeah, but why? And who? It must be magical garden gnomes that moved my stuff. Yeah, that's it! Damn garden gnomes ruining my progress. (In reality it was a lot worse and my brother moved my stuff so it didn't get run over; thanks, I guess you're OK.)
7. Wait, it's way too quiet. I need tunes, but what's good cleaning music?
There is no "Cleaning Station" or "Get your clean on" station on Spotify, soo... I guess I'll have to DJ and clean my car. Ugh... This is stressful. Let me just make a playlist real fast. You know, for future use. [Leaves for another three hours.]
8. OK, got my tunes, what do I have left?
OK, the front seat looks brand new, and the back well... I need all of that there. You know, in case of an emergency I can use that tennis racket to protect myself. Or you know, if I need an umbrella (practical). Oh, and I also need my backpack, a pocket speaker, old textbook, and four changes of clothes just in case because you know summer weather is so unpredictable
9. Almost done, I wonder how fast I can knock out the rest of this?
After validating all my "necessary" items in my car I try to see how long it will take me to knock out the worst possible place in my car... the trunk.
10. Boom! Done! but where am I going to put all of this stuff now?
And some way or fashion everything ends up back in just a matter of time.
