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I love my car. 2006 Honda Civic, 5-speed. As I am out of the office more than I am in it, my car is an extension of my office and suffers the consequences. Here is what is currently in the passenger seat:
- Jug of kitty litter (unopened)
- Bag of cat food (unopened)
- Vote pro-life tract left on my windshield Sunday
- Six pack of Welch’s Grape Juice, with one unopened bottle
- 20 lb rock (childrens sermon illustration)
- Gym bag with running gear (unused)
- My ‘funeral Bible’ (black leather)
- Half-eaten bag of pretzels
- Cookie tin (empty)
- Charge Conference reports (2009 & 2010)
- Newsletter from Daycare
- Habitat building costs list (to include in Christmas fund-raiser)
- Lots of empty soda bottles
Then there’s the back seat.
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I remember when I was in high school and had to ride in my pastor’s car for something, he always had to shovel a ton of stuff around to find a place for me to sit. I couldn’t understand why this was. Then I became a pastor, and my car morphed into something extremely similar to what you describe. (Currently, among other things – bird seed and feeder I keep meaning to hang up, air mattress, clothes for walking at the park, hymnal and pocket book of worship, jacket I only wear for graveside services, several pairs of shoes, the same 6 pack of Welch grape juice, and, funny enough, a half-eaten bag of pretzels.)
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