Cleaning Toms Truck (Part I) Tom Nardone

Cleaning Toms Truck (Part I)

The Cleaning of Toms Truck (Part I)

Recently I had to ride Toms Truck and a cockroach bit me in the neck. I was so skived that I no longer ride in his truck unless it’s entirely necessary. When Tom was getting his oil changed the man doing the work after seeing the inside of hi truck asked “Are you a salesman” He figured surely he must be a salesman to be driving around town in what could arguably be considered a dumpster on wheels. It looked like he was homeless, or like those people with all the bags in their cars and the only place to sit is in the driver’s seat. That’s how it is. See picture below.

I know that half my dishes and silverware are in there. Understand Toms only real responsibilities are to fix what breaks, and clean his room. He is not overly encumbered by honey-do lists. Tom simply has no self-discipline. I have actually started to treat his truck bed like a garbage can. Tom really gets mad at me when I just fill it with old junk without telling him (even if I told him, he would Tom boasts that he has never washed a car

that he has owned. I can’t figure out why he is so proud of that. I love it when Tom gets motivated to clean his truck. Usually he will start cleaning his truck but get distracted by something he lost and start playing with it. This will undoubtedly become more important than getting his truck clean. I’ve found cameras, GPS, car stereos, cables, amps, and the list goes on. While driving with Tom the other day he had to shuffle his feet to move the garbage on his floorboards to prevent it from getting jammed up under his foot pedals while he was driving.throw a fit and tell me not to). I love it when he has no warning and he has to go to work with it in the back of his truck. Mind you that the junk is from cleaning up his messes. He makes a target range in the back yard and drags all kinds of stuff out there.

Tom can’t own a car without losing the jack and fuse box. Once Tom had an amp that was missing tape over the wires and I would get shocked by it when I wasn’t careful. This isn’t something I take lightly. It’s not so much the mess, but it’s the complacency about the maintenance and the dependability of our vehicles. Once when Tom was fixing the radiator, instead of putting a pan under the car he just let it antifreeze dump all over the drive. When I yelled at him about it he said “don’t worry it won’t stain the driveway.” I yelled again to explain that we don’t live in a junkyard and that antifreeze is poisonous to pet. It’s not that Tom doesn’t care he just gets distracted.

I pleaded with Tom to clean his truck. He said “OK darling, if you will write a story about my messy truck for the website, than I will clean it, but there is no way I am going to wash the outside”. Tom has agreed clean his truck. What he does not know is that I am going to help him, and by help him, I mean that I will be supervising.