V. I. C.

 Today I need to tell you about The Man and his V I C in the trunk of his car.  In case you aren't familiar with the acronym  V I C   it means "Very Important Crap"  ! 

You see, not only does The Man have an enormous collection of crap IN the house AND the barn AND the attic AND the cellar  the collection also extends to the trunk of his car. 

Now I have seen cars who's interior resemble the city dump on trash day, ( I will not name names but some very close relations of mine who have given birth to my youngest grand children have been know to have DISGUSTING car interiors.   French fries and gummy worms are the least of it.  Although now that. my grand children are older things have improved considerably.)  The Man's car is not any where near that category of pig pen but the trunk of his car is a most interesting place.

For the past couple of weeks The Man has been looking for a particular electric cord that will allow him to charge and run one of his portable concentrators while in the car. He has three portable concentrators and we will travel with all three when we finally head back to Florida in October. Naturally all three have different connections so each one has it's own set of wires. There are two sets of wires for each machine, one that plugs into an outlet and one that can plug into the cigarette lighter in the car. ONE of the cigarette lighter cords is missing.  It has been missing for three months but it is only now that WE are beginning to look toward a departure date that The Man has smartly begun to think about what he will need to travel.  (See . . . He really Does have a brain )

Over the past weekend I searched the entire RV,  his car and the house. NO CORD !  Today, for what ever reason, (Maybe it is the full moon ?) The Man has started to freak out about this cord. I left him looking around in the house while I went first to the RV which I TOTALLY searched in every nook and cranny, and then to his car.  

Backing up a bit to last week when The Man decided this cord MUST be in the console of the car I took EVERYTHING out of the console and the glove compartment but there was no cord in either.  I did look in the trunk and under all the seats but didn't find anything. So today when he once again decided to look for the cord I went back out to the car. 

Under the seats there was the usual assortment of receipts from Burger King, assorted tissues in varying stages of nastiness, a couple of pennies and a lot of crumbs.  NO CORD !  On to the glove box and the console AGAIN !  Still no cord.  So now it is time to get serious and REALLY search the trunk once again. 

The trunk, for the most part is empty. I have put two small cardboard boxes in there in anticipation of our trip south. Other than that there is only ONE other thing. There is a medium sized plastic storage box about a foot high, ten inches wide and a foot and a half long.  It has a lid that locks down so nothing can fall out. It is into this "Dark Hole" that I ventured this afternoon. 

Now please remember that this box was put in the car about two years ago . . .  long after The Man started coming down to Florida for the winter. I don't know if he plans on taking the scenic route through northern Canada and the Rockies but the accumulation of wool hats and gloves could sustain an Eskimo village for three winters.  There is also a portable compressor for inflating tires which is a good idea except there is no way in Hell The Man could do this if we got a flat. That is why I have a Triple A membership and he has On Star. But the compressor is in there just in case.  Maybe he figures he could use it for breathing if the three portable concentrators all malfunction at the same time ?  

There are also a couple of paring knives . . .  in case we want to peel a potato while traveling ? . . .  along with a ratchet strap, (which I have only become familiar with since being with The Man), and a piece of burlap cloth.  Not sure what the cloth is for, (it's not big enough to wrap my body in so I guess I don't have worry about that), but there must have been a reason at some point for The Man to include it in the collection.  But there is NO cord.

The only positive thing that came from today's search is that when we are driving through the Swiss Alps on our way to Florida I'll know where the wool caps and gloves are.