If you are the only one in your car, you can keep it as clean as you want. Or as dirty. Instead of having a charming, attractive male riding shotty, I use my passenger seat for more practical purposes. Everything from snacks, sweaters, to an extra pair of shoes keep me company on road trips. I really don’t have the energy to keep things in the trunk; I have to save that effort for more important things like programming my radio stations or scrolling through my Ipod. I guess I’ll be okay with a person replacing my material possessions, just as long as he does not mind serving as a coat rack every once in a while, handing me chap stick, and is prompt about changing the radio when commercials come on. Until then, I’ll take full advantage of the space to my right in the car.
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