Junk in the Trunk

Junk in the trunk...but it's now what you thunk.

the bf italiano opened the trunk to our car in a parking lot last Sunday using our remote control. He took one look at the junk in the trunk and panicked...thinking he had somehow opened the trunk of the car of a stranger. But then he looked a little closer and saw a rolled up yoga mat, a familiar sweatshirt and sweat pants and a strangely not unfamiliar and sweaty pile of underwear, shorts and tee shirt. What threw him off was the big black camera bag he'd never seen. It was gear from work that I had in the trunk.