That might be an exaggeration, but not by much. I’ll be the first to admit that inside of a car, I do some pretty ridiculous stuff. I dig in my nose (and dispense the remnants underneath my seat…which reminds me, is anyone in the market for a slightly used 2006 Nissan Sentra…I promise to vacuum prior to the final sale transaction…only kidding), I change clothes on occasion, I sing like the world has gone silent and all of civilization depends on my voice as the last remaining sound messiah (which is not to say that I am any good, most who have shared a karaoke room/bar with me would beg the opposite). Let’s not even get into the more explicit activities that can be undertook…
Inside of my car, I feel invincible, or is it invisible, maybe it’s both. My 35%-visibility tinted windows (the most allowed on small sedans in the good state of Hawaii) only add to the illusion. But, that is all it is, an illusion. I forget this, often, only to be reminded by the big Samoan guys sitting in the back of a pick-up truck staring at me in bumper-to-bumper traffic as a jam to “Bubbly” by Colbie Caillate. (It starts in my toes, makes me crinkle my nose… I love that. Really.) I quickly pretend that I was talking on the phone.
I suppose since I continue to do the things that I do in my car I don’t really care. I mean, you don’t know the people in traffic around you, nor will you likely see them again. What’s the harm…
The past few days, though, I have been spotting various coworkers in their cars at various points of my trip. It is only a matter of time before one of them spots me.
What do you do in your car that you probably would be ashamed of if people you knew saw you doing it?