So this post at Pesky made me laugh. Miguel is always accusing me of not keeping my car neat enough, going so far as to call me Slobetta-which I do not even come close to her level of slob (can anyone say cat barf left on the carpet to moulder for DAYS?).
Shortly after I saw Pesky’s post, I came across the car of Slobetta’s long lost cousin in a parking lot. I could not believe my eyes. The guy getting out of it was your stereotypical middle manager in a short sleeved dress shirt with tie, not some sloppy teenager or something. How do people live like this?
I guess no one ever has to worry about having to get into his filth-mobile, because there is literally no room in there, except for the driver’s seat. Thank god for the cell phone camera, because words just would not have done this justice.