Dirty Cars

Pin It I cleaned my car a week or so ago.

Mostly.

It’s a little bit funny; you know my car never gets all messy at once. It’s something that seems to sneak up on me a little bit at a time, like drifts of snow that, as they gently fall, get deeper and deeper. Before I know it, I have a full-blown blizzard on my hands.

And me without a snowblower…

I’ve discovered that my car is the same way.

It starts off clean. It’s beautiful, really. Then something seems to happen along the way where little bits of this and that seem to creep in, finding their way onto the backseat, the spaces on the floor, and generally cluttering up the entire thing. Pretty soon there is so much nothing all over the place that I really feel overwhelmed at the prospect of cleaning it all out.

So I don’t.

I had a couple of students who approached me the other day. They were pretty excited as they proclaimed, “Mr. Z, we saw your car in the parking lot.”

“Oh, you did?” I responded.

“Yeah, it sure has a lot of stuff in it…it looks kind of like your desk.”

Ugh…the humiliation of the messy car and all the junk I’d let pile up over the months of winter.

So, I cleaned my car. The funny thing is that it didn’t seem to take very long, either. After taking out a few empty boxes, some shirts and various whatnots, the ‘filled-up’ spaces began to empty themselves out quite quickly. Soon I found myself with a ton of room – as well as a backseat for others to sit upon should I so choose to give someone else a ride.

Now, I just need to worry about that desk in my classroom.

Oh well, there’s no sense in praying for miracles that just won't happen…

Image garnered from here.