While cleaning our van, Val made two discoveries. The first was shocking, and the second merely amazing. Val was looking in a tall cabinet with a clothes hanging rod when I heard her exclaim “Ahh!”, and saw her jump across the van and put her hand over her mouth. Turns out she had found a mouse. A long dead mouse. A dry and crispy mouse. (As I found out after being elected as chief long-dead-dry-and-crispy-mouse-disposal guy…sometimes being “The Man” sucks.)
After the mouse was thrown out and Val came back to the van, she asked me a question that indicated she had never driven a dodge pickup older than she was. “What’s that thing under the brake petal?” That “thing” was the floor mounted high-lo beam switcher.