Hot Sauce Under My Seat

I'm watching the Heroes finale right now, so here's a post of no consequence: A few weeks back, I'd grabbed a Baja Fresh burrito to go.

A couple of days later, I started smelling a distinct odor of hot salsa in the car. So I looked under the seats and found a container of salsa (the red kind), that was almost-- but not quite -- about to burst.

In addition to averting a minor car condiment crisis under the seat, I also found a pair of clip-on sunglasses over by the air vent.

You know, the ones I thought I'd lost, and were the primary reason why I bought a new pair of glasses (well, that and my right eye is catching up to my left eye).

So, on the plus side, I have a spare set of mostly-current glasses with clip-on sunglasses that I can mess around with.