Mars would look exactly like my darling husband’s car, which I’ve affectionately named The Well of Crap. There are old newspapers, dirty socks and t-shirts, and who-knows-what else piled everywhere.
I just laugh. I’m a meticulous homemaker, so Paul’s car is the only place where he has free reign to be messy. A man’s car is his own domain, so Paul can do as he wishes. Within that Acura, Paul is the King of Crap.
All the guys would look like John Madden. That guy manages to rumple a trench coat while he’s standing up, and his hair is somehow perpetually disheveled. If the Pigpen character from “Peanuts” were to grow up, he’d probably be John Madden’s doppelganger.