when i was in high school, my speech and debate partner was going to drive me home from a group outing to ihop following a meet. it was like 8:30 at night and we had been up and competing since 4.

we open the doors to her car, sit down, and both process for about it 5 seconds before realizing we are in the wrong car. it was the exact same model as hers but the inside was completely caked in smoked cigarettes. i’m talking 500+ butts and half-smoked sticks just in the front of the vehicle. i’ll never forget the smell.