So I had lost my cell phone in my car somewhere last Friday after graduation. This evening I was lookiing through my car trying to find the poor lost cell phone. I was rummaging under the right passenger seat to see if it had fallen under, right? My hand ran into something soft and I figured it was a towel or something. I pulled it out, and it turned out to be a wadded up black t-shirt...
with something in it...
Upon further inspection (pulling the object out of the shirt), I discovered..
Yeah. A smashed car side-view mirror. Lemme back up a few months.
I got my driver's license in middish November (right after my birthday- November 9th.) One sunday in December I was driving to church and I reached over to the floor in front of the passenger seat while driving (yeah yeah, good going I know). When I looked up, I discovered I was heading towards a parked car; I swerved and fortunately the only contact was my right side-view with their left side view. Phew. (shut up.)
This was the cracked mirror from that accident 6 months ago... what? I was sure I had thrown the mirror away back in December. Weird. I then proceeded to turn the shirt right side out and see what it was--I didn't remember having a black shirt missing. The shirt in question:
Huh? I don't know anybody that works at Trader Joe's... except for this one disgruntled middle-aged black that my friend and I occasionally talk to, but I doubt this is DJ's shirt.
So is God pranking me? Am I going insane? Did DJ plant his shirt in my car? But what of the cracked mirror from so many moons ago? Perhaps I will never know the answer to these questions... I do know that I'm going to wash the shirt and wear it tho cos it's cool.
In summary: spooky items found in my car. If there's any interest, I will tell the story about the time we ran over a human corpse (no pictures though).