squirrelcar

 

Three weeks ago I parked somewhere other than my usual spot at work.


Getting out of my car (which, I might add, was due for a cleaning), the car next to me came into view. And so did its contents -- garbage, garbage, and more garbage.  Both front and back seats had trash piled up above the window wells; in fact, the only space in the car not filled with trash was the driver's seat.

Repulsed...   ...yet..    ...strangely...     ...drawn...      I looked closer.

 

 

And here begins the story of Squirrel Car.
 

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