Three times in two weeks as I was pulling out of my garage I looked over and saw a bag of garbage in my passenger seat. What the heck? How could I not notice I dragged my garbage into the car with me? Talk about mental overload.
I can only liken it to the same feeling you get when you zone out driving on a highway and can't recall having even seen
the last five exits you passed. But garbage? I guess if zoning past highway exits emitted a smell, the wake up call would come… Continue