Christmas night I had to drive home because I was supposed to work the next day. I thought of a few good things, so I called myself on my cell phone and left myself a voice mail. Wow, now that I think about it, I totally should have called my answering machine at home . . . okay, sorry, so I reviewed my message a few days later, which was horrible. I hate my voice in the first place, and to hear myself ramble along highly . . . ugh. Two out of the three "ideas" were crap, but one was good. Here it is.
Okay, the average vehicle occupancy in this country is around 1.5. Which means that most trips are made with one person in the car. I would guess that in compact sedans (like mine) and little sports cars, both cheap and snazzy, that's MOST trips, emphasis on most. I would guess that nine out of ten trips my car makes is just me -- hell, maybe nineteen out of twenty. So I keep all my shit on my passenger seat: my purse, my phone, a snack if it's a long drive, the directions, whatever. What somebody in the auto industry should do is design a passenger seat that can double as a table. Either have a lever on the side that adjusts the seat to make it level, or better yet, have something that swings up to sit on top of the seat. It can still be cloth covered; but it would be level, and have a lip an inch or so high all around it, so your shit doesn't fall all over the place when you go around a turn.
Isn't this genius? I'm calling dibs on this idea right now. If you had that as an option, as part of a package, you KNOW people would go for that shit. Nice and simple, no fancy cupholders or cigarette lighters or any of that shit, just a platform. Although I guess little compartments would be okay. I is a genius.
Yesterday I went to Circuit City and bought a digital voice recoder. I was going to get a microcassette recorder, but the cute one was $40, and if I'm going to spend $40, I may as well spend $60, right? Besides, I used my credit card, so that's not even real money anyway.