The Prius and the Economist

I am in the habit of glancing inside cars to see if I can make connections between the type of car someone drives and their personality. We know that cars are an extension of ourselves, even if we seem to not care what we drive, what we have in our car tells us a lot about our lives.

I drive a Honda CrossTour and let's see what I see as I glance in: a tennis bag with multiple racquets, a pair of golf shoes, and a golf umbrella are in my trunk. The back seat has an empty Snapple bottle, and a Hardy Boys book from the library. Next to the drivers seat you can find a CD book series called The Compound Effect (I love a good self help/success book), and a bunch of jumbled power cords for the phone/ipod/DS/DVD player. And Jane Iredale lip drink....always a quality lip product in the consol. I know I have an updated insurance card in my glove box, but only because I just had my oil changed, and had to make the extra trip back as the updated card had never made it to the car.

My car completely reflects my life. It is obvious I play sports, that I am slightly disorganized (golf shoes, but club aren't in the car), that I have children, that I hate chapped lips.

So when I walked by the Prius today, I sort of expected to see the Economist magazine on the passengers seat. Neat and tidy. Nothing out of place. No food wrappers. Probably had a survival kit tucked under the wheel well. And you know there were towelettes in the glove box. Not only can I put money down that there was an updated insurance card, but I bet there is a 4 x 6 index card with dated gas purchases and miles written down to do the miles per hour math.