So I'm a little slow on the uptake sometimes. Well, a lot, I suppose. It's been cold here lately and I somehow managed to misplace my gloves. I couldn't help but think that my dad always knew where his gloves were. Always. Of course they were in that compartment in his car, right in front of the passenger seat.
And, I kid you not, I finally realized why that compartment is called a glove box.
And, yup, now I've got some gloves in there.
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