Recently I took my son's car in for some work. Understand, it's an old rusty '87 gold Cavalier affectionately known in town as "the nugget". After I dropped it off for CV joint repair, he asked me if I cleaned out his trunk first...No, hadn't even looked.
When we picked up his car, he showed me the contents of his trunk:
black gloves, black socks, old black tennis shoes, black ski mask, large heavy plumber's wrench-type thing, black flashlight, old black sweatshirt, old, very old black jeans. Hmmmm.
Trevor, so what's the deal?
"Theater Tech, Mom. Have to be able to sneak across the back of the stage."
