Don't take passengers for granted!

Even though I posted pictures on my Flickr account about the transformation of my car's interior but a mere couple of days ago, I still have this urge to blog about it. Because you really need to know the story behind it all and the sense of urgency to do such a... um... "transformation."

Hokay, let's cut the crap, I have not cleaned the inside of my car since I bought it... in the beginning of February! Not only could no one sit in the back seat, there surely would have been some entity from hell that would've emerged from it. Fellow tweeters like Overshee agreed with me claiming satan originated from his trash in his backseat. Moving on; pictures to prove such a catastrophe. (If only there was 'smell-o-vision' to explain the funk-smell that my car seemed to have. The 9 month old Yankee-candle-car-freshener wasn't helping anything!)

Lets start with what lied behind the driver seat.

I've purposely numbered such items that I thought needed the "spotlight."
1. One of many empty Nerds boxes.
2. Practically a whole load of laundry resided in the backseat of my car. Which would explain part of the stench.
3. Umbrella. Hey, you never know when it's going to rain!
4. My long, lost Evanescence CD, which unfortunately got scratched amongst the wreckage. *le sigh*
5. A very cute pair of Sketchers. I couldn't find the other shoe! I think my car eated it.
6. Some type of Kashi granola type bars that I used to pack in Dave's lunches way back when I used to pack them. The expiration date was dated for April... This probably contributed to the foul stench that lingered in my car.

Oh, there's more kiddies. Moving on to behind the passenger seat.

And under the spotlight are:
1. The empty "num-chum" container my nephew decided to dump out. ("num-chum" further explained in #5)
2. The very, cute and every so fashionable headband that my dear, 80yr-old co-worker bought for me under the false pretenses that I am a child, with a small child's head. I believed I suffered a migraine the one and only time I wore that thing... then died from an aneurism.
3. An invitation to my friend's graduation from ITT Technical Institute... that was in June and surprisingly escaped the dangers of being stepped on. I swear this invitation was in pristine shape. Awkward.
4. It's really a shame when I haven't the slightest clue how old this gum is... old enough to have fallen out the package and be melted by the sun and forever fused to my carpet. Gross.
5. The infamous "num-chums." Or more popularly known as those little fruit bites that Gerber makes. My nephew Auron calls them "num chums" so they are forever known as "num chum," get with the program America.
6. A pencil... for you to take note of the "num-chums."

To conclude this horror story, a good three hours of vigorous labor with the help of AmorAll, Windex, and a Shop-Vac; my car now looks the way it did the day I bought it from the dealership.

Riders welcome!

P.S. I decided to spare you of the many pop bottles in which the liquid inside of them solidified into a gel-like-substance. *shivers*

Posted on November 4, 2008 5:10 PM | Permalink
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