Michael Seese's Blog About Writing & Life, Which Are About The Same
Omigosh, I know that car owner! He's in my current story. The only thing you're missing is a Jack in the Box bag right behind the McDonald's bag. Maybe it's just hidden.But help me out here: is that laced-up thingy in the forefront an ankle brace?Also, I'd be leery parking next to this guy. I'm guessing when he pulls his door opens and the wind shoves it right into your door, he's not gonna worry about it much. Just sayin'.
Like John, I recognize this car owner too. I hate to say it but my daughter's car - for the longest time - looked like this. The only reason it doesn't now is...she sold it. Now she has another and it's OH SO CLEAN inside, and yet...I glimpse a little wrapper here, and a cup there, and...I'm thinking please, please, please don't let it get like the other "trashmobile." It's funny - and then it's not. I've tried to figure it out - how we're so different. When I get out of my vehicle, I empty my floor mat -every time. Can't stand a crumb even. *sigh*