Perhaps it’s just me, but I feel like I might as well be in a Mission Impossible movie when trying to vacuum the car before the quarters run out? I don’t think I would be any more nervous if I were racing against the clock to mitigate something heinous placed on the town square by an eastern crime syndicate.
Something always goes wrong.
“How did I not see this McDonald’s bag shoved under the seat. It’s covered in ketchup…wait… there are multiple undetected bags, I repeat, MULTIPLE bags…and fry crumbs, everywhere. More than I can count! I need more ti…”<vacuum goes off>
The Thread 
Every. Time.
And, by the way, thank you for being one of the few who, however occasionally, actually cleans their car!!
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