The stuff that's in the car @ the wreckers
You could probably reconstruct my life by analyzing the stuff that's left in my car, a car that's at the body shop waiting for the insurance company to approve its repair for $9,000.
There's my handicap plates, and the handicap placard, and the cane I use from time to time to make everybody feel sorry for me, or to not fall down, whichever comes first. I'm not allowed to fall downuntil I retreive these items. Of course I have a brush, comb and mirror, doesn't everyone? in the console. Also multiple lipsticks and a small bottle of hand cream, in case I have to wash my hands. My electronic thingy that gets me into the Jewish Community Center and the bag containing my swimming stuff, including a clean towel, a bathing cap, and spare underwear.
Another electronic gizmo that allows me to sign up at the gym and the gym bag, also with clean underwear and a towel. And earphones, with wires to plug them in. Then there's the cell phone charger that's always plugged into the car. The EZ-Pass in case I want to drive somewhere.
A couple of umbrellas and a sunshade for the car, also a snow shovel and a brush to clean off the windshield in case it snows. I don't need that immediately, but will soon, because my scheme to open a GoFundMe account to buy a condo in Florida hasn't had many takers. I guess thee money is more urgently needed to pay the legal fees of crooked FBI officials. Their GoFundMe accounts are flourishing. Maps. Coupons from Bed Bath and Beyond and many other retail establishments.