Earlier this week, my youngest brother and I spent 4 hours of quality time together. In his car. His 2-door car. Did I mention he was moving? Or that his method of packing is throw-everything-into-the-backseat-and-go?
He comes to pick me out and the backseat is already loaded to the roof. Yet we managed to squeeze my average-sized suitcase on top of it all.
Take a look at my foot space:
What? You can't see my feet. Nor could I for 4 hours.
Well, at least I'm smiling...