Glove compartment

Yesterday, as I was leaving campus, I felt the need to dig out my ice scraper for the car windows.  It is such a rare need in my life, that I have placed that item in my car's glove compartment.  I pulled it out and went to the front windshield.  I wanted to check first if the windshield wipers were free, or if they may be frozen to the glass.  That was my number one priority.  If those were good to go, then the rest of the car probably needed a dust instead of a scrape.  I wound up using the scraper as a duster, and my commute home was surprisingly simple.  I guess everyone was either already home or totally petrified of driving on the somewhat crappy roads.

When I finished with the scraper, I threw it on the floorboard in the car's passenger side  No need to return it to the glove compartment all wet.

Today, I set out in the afternoon to procure some wine.  I am really getting a lot of work done, but it is the kind of work that may benefit from buttoning up my wine jacket this evening.  When I picked up the now dry ice scraper from the floorboard to return it to the glove compartment, I saw where I had been hiding a very nice pair of suede gloves from myself.  The freaking glove box.  I probably put them there last year in a moment of appreciation for the literal interpretation of things.  Where do these gloves go?  Duh.  The glove compartment.

I decided to put them on, though my hands were not as cold as they had been the last few mornings of driving to work (when I really wished I could remember where my nice suede gloves were located).

Note to future self: When it is cold out and you are in the car wishing for gloves, check the appropriately named compartment,  You will probably find them there.