Story time.
So last night, I ran over the remains of someone's crash onto an offramp and managed to earn myself a flat tire.
This morning, I dug through the car for a tire gauge after changing to the spare. In the process, I found:
- A Gen VI promotional timeline poster
- An unopened deck of Magic cards, Commander 2015, still wrapped in the Walmart bag
- A TomTom, presently DeadDead
- Multiple tickets, because I'm apparently a bad, bad rat
- The battery from my previous car, crashed as of 2008
- Two bottles of lubricant
- A learner's permit, issued in 2010, for someone I have never met, who is now 25
- My surgically extracted wisdom teeth, from a 2015 procedure
- Gas receipts from 2012
- An ancient universal cell phone charger from the dark times before the advent of our lord and savior the micro USB standard
- A smorgasbord of heads to go with the charger
- A necklace I gave to my ex, broken during something that rhymes with ex; we broke up in 2009
- New Car Smell Car Cologne, way out of its league
- All my tire receipts with Road Hazard coverage except the one for the driver side front, which is the flat
- Sales brochure for my car, printed in 1994, back when the 6-CD changer with high-fidelity sound was a premium option
I think perhaps I need to address this matter when the weather warms.
Bright side, I did find the tire gauge.
Tires were fine.
And now I'm off to go play Skin to Win.
Back to your regularly scheduled discussion, y'all.