The Car Was a Mess

My friend and I carpool to college everyday, and one day I made the mistake of letting him drive. When I walked up to the car, the first thing I noticed was the large mound, of what appeared to be clothes, pizza boxes and the occasional fast food drink cup, that covered the entire back seat.

I opened the passenger door and out toppled a pile of old junk mail, various grocery stores adds, and other objects that I did not want to look at close enough to identify. As I shoved the papers out of the way to sit down I uncovered numerous stains and an assortment of candy bars melted into the seat. I grabbed one of the outdated adds to use as a seat cover, before sitting down.

Once seated, I realized that my feet are stuck to the floor board. I close the door while squeezing myself between the door and the mound of old, moldy clothing next to me, but as I closed the door, the handle came off in my hand. Spending ten minutes working the handle back on the door, I begin to noticed the stench of rotten fish coming from somewhere under the driver’s seat.

My friend jumped in the driver’s seat completely ignoring the half eaten hamburger that he just sat on. It took him three tries to get the car started, and the car gave off a horrendous screeching noise that came from somewhere under the hood. We started down the highway to the college when I began to realize that the windows were not fogged up but were coated with dirt and grim.

This trip was the longest twenty minutes of my life. The car shook the whole way, and I think we lost some parts along the way. We managed to make it to college and back home with out dying from his driving or from whatever was crawling around in the back seat. I then decided the from now on I would do all the driving.