"You don't have kid, so you cannot understand"- not only is this a correct statement, it is absolutely an understatement for this situation.
Backstory: A few months ago a friend asked if I could change a headlight bulb on a 2013 Chevy Traverse. Husband pulled his back out and she is about as mechanically inclined as a door knob. Well she leaves the headlight bulb on the hood, and didn't tell me the package was already open. I pick up the package, bulb falls out and breaks. I feel responsible, so I say I will go buy a new bulb. I say well marry xmas, and buy a 2-pack of silverstars. I leave the other bulb with her.
So the other side goes out and I'm asked again if I can change the bulb. Yep sure, it's a 10 minute job for me. I pick up the car to bring it to my house, since they don't have outdoor lights worth a damn and it's nighttime. Says the bulb is in the glove box. I get the fenderwell liner apart and bad bulb out. Go to grab the replacement bulb, not there. She says it's in the car somewhere. I searched, never found the bulb. They had to buy another bulb.
This shit is like level 5 of nastiness. Like I'm wearing gloves to look for a headlight bulb. I honestly refuse to believe that people with kids allow their car to get this bad. I mean I think even the CDC would be concerned of the strains of ecoli that are probably in this car. It's a f*cking petri dish
Pictures were taken
AFTER I cleaned out the obvious trash, like a month worth of fast food bag/wrappers. Even found a dirty diaper.

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