It's finally happened

Back in my apprentice days, we had a K-car wagon nicknamed `stinky', which the techs made me drive in and out for them when it came in for work. The owner was a smoker, and you could tell he was a righty, because on the middle of the front floor about 3 inches in front of the seat was a perfect pyramid of cigarette ashes about 6 inches high - quite amazing really.