Random thought on December 4th

Is your car a reflection of your personality? I think perhaps yes. I drive a Subaru Forester. I?m not a Forester, though I was once impressed by the mighty redwoods of California. Nor am I really a Subaru, though I don?t know what that means. It could be the plural of submarine, but that’s more likely to be suburi or more accurately submuri as submarine has the ‘m’ which subaru does not. Anyway, that?s not really the point. It?s more the state of the car that?s relevant here. My car, like me, needs a wash so it will be less repellant to Erik. It’s slightly grimy on the outside, littered with receipts and sweet wrappers on the inside and the side mirrors to my soul are spotty with a film of dust.