On Finding A Hacky Sack In Your Seat Cushion

I just found something wedged down into the back seat of my car – something which, when pulled out into the light of day, turned out to be a hacky sack.

And while you’d be right in assuming there’s a nice moment where you go, “Hey, a hacky sack!”, you should know that it’s preceded by a much less pleasant moment where your fingers hit something big and squishy and you shudder, wondering what the hell you just touched.