You know that glove box on top of the dashboard of a minivan? Gets
pretty hot in there apparently. Normally I keep change for tolls in
mine, but a stray red crayon made its way in there at some point, and
the first really hot day in June it melted and made my change stash look
like a crime scene. I mopped that up as best I could when I discovered
it, but I am still pulling waxy coins out of that compartment.
(And how antiquated is the term ‘glove box?’ Does anyone know if
there is a more modern term I should be using in the twenty-first
century?)
My own space apart from the babble of the internet
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