Do you remember the email chains about a knife-wielding killer who would hang out in the back seats of unsuspecting women’s cars? It freaked me out so much that I always glanced in my windows before getting into my car.
Those days were over once I had kids and a minivan.
I figured that I had a better chance of getting out alive than the poor sap/murderer with fruit snacks stuck on his ass — dizzy from the stench of moldy sports bottles and random socks.
However, due to recent sighting at Wal-Mart, I am paranoid all over again…