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June 25th, 2012

Riding down memory lane?

Originally published at Big Ugly Man Doll. You can comment here or there.

It’s not like we haven’t been driving this van for the 9 years she’s been alive, but the Reigning Queen of Pink just discovered a new gizmo next to her seat.  It opens and closes, and there’s a little hole with a metal tray in it.  The following conversation took place at 45 miles an hour:

Reigning Queen of Pink:  What’s this?
BUMD, craning my neck around:  What’s what?
Reigning Queen of Pink:  This flippy thing that opens like this.
BUMD:  That’s the ashtray – where ashes go.
Reigning Queen of Pink:  For dead people?
BUMD:  What???

Because the only ashes she can imagine are the cremated remains of the car’s previous owners. 

The more I thought about it, the more sense it made.  Some people get really attached to their cars – it becomes part of the family.  What’s wrong with using it as a rolling mausoleum?  Maybe the car loves the old man THAT much, and isn’t ready to let go…  

I can just see the sale, though:  “Grandpa conveys with the car.”


Yep, looks like another post from the Big, Ugly Man Doll!