Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Important Things Basket

This is one of those things that I'm going to have to file under the category of: Think of That Sooner, Why Didn't I?

Allow me to explain.

My mom asked me if I needed a basket and I told her I didn't think so. But then she showed me the basket and told me how useful baskets could be and offered to keep it for me just IN CASE I ever felt like I needed it. So then I put Bowie in the basket and carried him around for awhile and attempted to scare my parents' cat with the cat/basket combination. And I decided that maybe I did need the basket.

I put the basket in the front region of my car, between the two seats, wedged in so it wouldn't fall over.

And then I put my CD cases in the basket. And a box of tissues. And my emergency-boredom book. And my two audiobooks from the library. And my phone charger. And my sunscreen.
And then I wondered: HOW HAD I BEEN LIVING MY LIFE WITHOUT THIS BASKET? Actually, I'll tell you how. I was living my life without this basket by doing a lot of fumbling around and reaching under seats and into seat pockets and under floor mats. And it just hadn't occurred to me that there was some other way to live. I figured I was supposed to use my car's provided storage space the way it was intended and keep my CDs smushed betwixt the emergency brake and my seat and the phone charger under the mat on the passenger's side. How wrong I was, indeed. No more fumbling and feeling around under things. No sir. I need a new disc of my audiobook? Important Things Basket! I forgot to put on sunscreen before I left the house? Important Things Basket! I need to rap someone firmly on the hand for being ungentlemanly? Important Things Basket!

Important Things Basket! Win.