What Was I Thinking?
A special treat on a school half-day: a trip to McDonald’s for two orders of large fries to be consumed on the ride home.
Wait a minute. My car still has that new car smell.
“Are you dropping French fries?” I said. “You better not be dropping french fries.” My voice got louder. “I don’t want to find any petrified French fries under the seats three years from now!”
My old van had petrified French fries under the seats. And straws. And Lego box parts. And Legos. (Legos are everywhere.) There were petrified fries in the spare tire compartment under the rug in the cargo hold! Ugh!
“Bradley?” my voice was quite loud. “Did you just drop a French fry?”
“No, mom.”
“Oh Bradley,” Gregory pleaded, “please don’t drop any French fries. Our mom’s the devil when you drop a french fry in her car.”
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That is my biggest pet peave… food in the van! I have found half eaten sandwiches, pizza crusts, mushed crackers, and of course, French Fries! Every time I go in the back of the van and clean under the seats, I VOW I will NEVER let the kids eat in the van again… (until next time…)
Comment by Kari — March 20, 2007 @ 8:55 pm
Do vehicles exists that don’t have french fries under the sets? I am annoyed when I find food under the seats from other passengers in my car, but I have found worse - a dead spider! Ick!
Comment by kilax — March 21, 2007 @ 7:47 pm
Oh my gosh - I am just dying laughing!
Comment by Jill Higgins — March 22, 2007 @ 10:20 pm