The abyss

Debbie was in an accident on Tuesday. It was pouring rain, wet leaves, hill and a turn, all added up to no good. She had what amounted to a slow speed head-on. We spent the afternoon in the emergency room, found nothing broken but made an appointment with the orthopedist on Tuesday. She's still pretty sore (I'm thinking something is torn), but she fared better than her car - it's totaled. The damage is repairable, but since both air bags deployed, it's officially totaled. That car was her baby and she's more upset at losing it than being hurt.

Today we had the unhappy task of cleaning out the car. Holy shit. It amazes me how much crap she can put into her car. It was a little 4 door Mazda Protege. We're not talking SUV here. We filled three 25 gallon Rubbermaid storage containers, 4 carry bags ranging from laptop/work size to cloth shopping bags to large gym bag, and a mountain-style woven basket backpack thing. ALL FULL. You'd think she was planning to run away or something.

Some of the items we removed were a case of water bottles and a case of lemonade bottles, a bag of bird food, 2 fishing rods (not used the entire season, I might add), small tackle box for said dry fishing rods, at least 4 blankets, 3 pairs of sneakers (all new), enough clothing to take a week-long trip, 5 towels (beach and bath), a package of paper leaf bags, at least 10 dog toys and 2 bags of dog biscuit mix. This doesn't include an entire storage container full of car stuff - seat covers, floor mats, etc.

There's at least a large garbage bag worth of papers and other shit left in the car.

I/we still have to go back on Monday and remove the roof rack, license plates and frames and god only knows what else.

After we were done, she was talking with the guy who owned the shop and she complained about her lousy gas mileage. I just kept my mouth shut.