We've been in the car a lot this week. Bill has had the occassion to make a few funny observations on the experience. He notices everything, and I - as these will show - do not. The term "Blonde" comes to mind.
Observation #1, made as he is rummaging around looking in vain for some quarters for the air machine: "You know, you have more thumbtacks in your car than anyone else I know. I mean, other people may keep theirs in the trunk, but in the actual car? Yep. You have the most. And you have them conveniently located, too. Right here in the front so they are always handy."
I think what happened was I was putting up "Lost Dog" posters around the neighborhood (that would have been in January of 06 with our other dog, Zorro). I never brought the thumbtacks back in the house, and there they've sat for a year now in the car. I guess they're convenient if I ever want to engage in a little passive aggressive road rage, but otherwise, I really can't think of a good reason to keep thumbtacks in the car. Quarters probably WOULD be more useful.
Observation #2, made at the air pump, immediately following Observation #1: "Hey Bethie, come here a minute. Do you notice anything about this tire?" (He had already commented on my car being out of alignment, a condition I never notice as I'm driving. No photo was taken to illustrate my alignment woes.)
Me: "Um, I guess the outer tread IS getting pretty worn down."
I'm feeling fairly proud that I've answered correctly and have noticed my deplorable tire wear.
He stands, waiting for more. I offer no more comment.
Bill, pointing: "That's not where the valve belongs."