The telltale beating of my car

So I was driving to the Grove the other day to show a listing I have down there. Listening to the radio. Humming along. Enjoying the wonderful weather. Looking forward to lunch with my friend Stacie.

And then I heard it. Swish, swish. Swish, swish.

Hmm. I'm pretty neurotic about keeping my car clean. Especially because I really don't like my car, I figure I have to make the most of it by keeping it tidy. It sounded like a bottle that someone had left on the floor of the backseat, which wouldn't be unlikely as my friends do tend to leave stuff behind.


So I parallel parked. Paid for the parking. Opened the back door. Reached under the seat. Found the offending water bottle. Found, yes, another water bottle! And then, to my utter disgust, found this:

Yes, the red pepper I bought at the farmer's market that I knew I bought and tore apart my refrigerator looking for but could not find. It was like holding a human heart. All mushy, the skin loosened....gahh.

Is it bad that I thought maybe it could be considered a roasted pepper? Possibly okay for consumption? Like a sundried pepper? How long would it take to really dry it out? Was it a marketable item? It was interesting, for a moment. I stood there and held it, squished it.

Don't worry, I chucked it.