Turtle does not particularly believe in cleaning the inside of cars. If women want to do it for me, that's fine. Turtle's now-deceased Cavalier, which went to Chevy Heaven with 480,000 miles on it, was comfortably filled with French fries, salad, paper mapkins, paper cups, empty pens, junk mail, empty tea bottles, candy wrappers, and other things which I have forgotten or have been in it for so long they are no longer recognizable.
My ex once bought a bunch of cleaning supplies and spent hours cleaning the car and throwing out Turtle's riches. She told me I was a pig and compared me to the Peanuts character Pigpen.
She also said she hated my car and was going to have it towed off and crushed into a cube. When the car died she cheered and was happy that Turtle bought a Ford Windstar van.
She had yet to see the inside of the van. Heh heh heh.