Depending on commute time, you can spend a lot of time in your car each day.
Probably a third of life is spent in the car.
Sure, cities say, help the environment….carpool. What about my mental health? Carpooling does nothing to help that precious, limited environment. Who wants to be stuck in a box with a random bunch of strangers with odd habits?
- Mouth breather
- Teeth sucker
- Strange body odor, that you can’t quite figure out
- Constant talker
- One upper/know it all/celebrity in their own mind
- Nose picker/sniffler/throat clearer
- Continual noise creator: singer, whistler, chatter…anything to fill the silence
- Cell phone communicator on YELL volume tendency
- The Convertor to my way of ……fill in the blank for whatever belief.
- Just to name a few….
Having to go to work on a Monday is annoyance enough, thanks.
There we all are, thousands of us, shuffling along the highway, heading to our cubicles and walls of importance.
Side note: Whoever invented the actual cupholder for the car, rather than the plastic clip you put into the window lip, was a genius. How many years filled with hot coffee crotches did it take for them to figure that out?
Our car is a little metal box of comfort. We can reflect on the day’s list of events, review talking points for the upcoming meeting, ponder what the hell that dream meant last night, sing at the top of our lungs, talk to ourselves about the idiocy of our boss/wife/husband/sibling/friend or yell back at the talk radio commentary. It’s similar to a therapy session crossed with a UFC match blended with a PBS documentary on daily life. Fascinating and nobody gives a rip.
As you sit in traffic, it gives you time to reflect on the beauty that surrounds you.
Including the garbage. Plastic bags, cigarette butts, plastic bottles, garage sale signs, rope, wood slats, tarps, traffic cones and random bits of junk. Then there’s the odd balls.
Car batteries and appliances. Obviously, they’ve been dumped. Easy to imagine a pick up truck slowing down on the highway in the cover of night and dark clothed individual in the back….quickly pushing the items off the back.
TVs are in the same category. This is especially true if you come along a stretch of highway where they are plentiful. There’s one stretch in the desert near my mom’s house and it’s littered with car batteries and TVs. Like cactus. It’s interesting. When you drive through, you count to see if more have arrived. Did they come on the last bus? What flight just arrived? I swear last time there were only four in that cluster, now there’s six. Are they multiplying on purpose?
Seat cushions and dresser drawers. Now those are poopers to loose. They’re part of a set. Did they fly out of the back of a truck on moving day? Are you going to drive back through where you came from and look for them? What if you were moving across country? Kinda hard to explain mixing and matching your seat cushions or dresser drawers. Not like you can buy them in aisle 4 of Home Depot. And what if it starts raining? Or someone runs over your seat cushion? Total failure at that point. Might as well keep on going. Guess you’re getting a new sofa.
Mattresses are a different story. They could be dropped on purpose, to avoid the dump charge. Or perhaps, they simply gave out. Their flying engine booster cable expired and they simply fell from the sky. Their magical genie was able to continue to on to safety, however the flying….oh wait….I was thinking of a flying carpet. Never mind.
Have you ever noticed the amount of shoes you see on the road? Last night a single slipper. Tan with fake fleece lining. Lots of shoes. It’s amazing. Always only one. What are people doing? Taking their shoes off in the car and throwing them out the windows? I HATE YOU SHOE! You would think they’re going to need that shoe. Sometimes you see the shoe-mate a few miles further down the road. At least, if you needed a pair of shoes you could stop and pick them up. Could be your size.
Speaking of shoes….what about socks? I saw one the other day along the road. It was navy blue. Mid-calf height. Now why would a sock be on the side of the road? Seriously. Who is taking their socks off on the highway? Last time I checked, the deer weren’t wearing socks.
Then there are the toys. Tragic. I imagine some kid thinking their stuffed friend wants to smell the air as they zip down the highway. And poof. Out the window they go. Or perhaps the stuffed friend had been rescued by a community refuse receptacle displacementologist, who had strapped them to the grill of their vehicle. Sadly, the stuffed friend could no longer endure the intake of bugs or simply had enough motion sickness and decided to jump off. Laying along the roadway was a better life than speeding along at the blur of a Concord.
I confess, this year, I lost an antler going down the highway. Yep. An antler. Norman, my little car lost an antler. Completely forgot to tape down his magical reindeer antlers to the windows and when I opened it a crack for air off it went. For a brief moment, since we were in the standard standstill “practice your patience” traffic, I did ponder stopping to pick it up but thought better of it. So for the day, Norman was a unicorn.
Hands down, the strangest thing I have ever found along the roadway?
A set of dentures.