Let’s begin with a little back story, shall we?
Last weekend before heading out for a family lunch, The Texan grabbed the lone piece of mail from our mailbox. It was some type of “junk” mail – a pre-approved offer for a cell phone. He then tore the letter in half and proceeded to stuff the unwanted mail into the pocket in the back of the driver’s seat.
I was the driver.
We were in my car.
At that moment, I lashed out. Lecturing him about how I don’t treat my vehicle like a trash can, that throwing his garbage into the back seat wasn’t acceptable. I’m pretty sure that I ranted and raved some more about how clean the car is, and how I take everything that I bring into the car out of the car the same day.
Before I would leave the driveway, so that I could stop my hissy fit, he needed to throw the junk mail into our trash can. He obliged. Likely because he was hungry…and wanted me to stop yapping about how neat, clean, and orderly my car is.
Fast forward to earlier today…
I was sitting in my seemingly clean vehicle today, waiting for the engine to warm up a bit, when out of the corner of my eye I noticed a tiny piece of green paper sticking out from under the car floor mats. I wondered what it was, and reached down to investigate. Surprise – it was a $5 bill! So much for my neat, clean, and orderly car, eh?
And yes, I spent the $5 on a fancy coffee. A medium decaf skim latte. It was good. Please don’t tell The Texan!
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