A Testament to my efficiency (or messiness)

WARNING: This post contains some disturbing material, I apologize in advance and hope you don't lose all respect for me.

I decided that while Keegan was taking a nap to day I would clean out my car. This is quite a task and usually only happens two to three times a year. If you know me, you know I like statistics, and even better if they are stupid stats.

So I present to you, Stupid Useless Statistics from me cleaning out my extremely messy car:

• Number of tools recovered: 1 (philips screwdriver)
• Number of writing utencils recovered: 4
• Number of water bottles found: 7
• Number of paystubs found: 3
• Amount of money recovered: 27¢
• Days between today and date of oldest newspaper found:135 (September 3, 2008)
• Capacity of cups/cans containing caffinated beverages (in fl oz): 616.8 (4.8 gallons)
• Number of cups/cans from above that were not Red Bull, Starbucks, or Cherry Coke Zero: 0
  

• Dollar amount of reciepts (excluding ATM reciepts): 675.44 (60 found)
• Percent of dollars from above reciepts used to purcase fast food: 46
• Smallest "total" amount on a reciept found: 0.54
• Number of days old of the oldest piece of trash (with a known date): 146 (Vegas bus ticket)
• Grossest thing found: An entire Jack in the Box taco (<--yeah, it grossed me out too)
• Number of owners of that car that will try to make less of a mess: 1

So as you can see from the photos what I did was actually quite impressive. I managed to fit all of that in my car in a very compact space. I dare you, no... challenge you to try and fit all of that in the front passenger seat of your car.

(For the record I keep the back seat clean, so I don't lose my son like that banned IKEA commercial)