The Car was Messy

One cold, brisk morning, I hurried out to warm up my car. As I entered, I was completely flabbergasted by the sight of several empty bags of Cheetos along with their trailing glow of crumbs. In the cup holder was a half-full latte cup with dribbles of chocolate-flavored espresso that had drained to the bottom of the cup holder, gluing the cup in place. On the floor board were hundreds of tiny, black rubber beads that fell out of a soccer shoe from a previous game, lying on its side with a sock hanging out of it that was no longer breathing, only reeking of sour Fritos. I am amazed that in two hours, my husband and son could trash my rig.