The only cars I work on that stand out to me are the ridiculously disgusting ones. I can reliably guess the size of the owner by the cleanliness of the car. More than once a lard barge has brought their car in and I've found the back seats filled with mcdicks and fast food trash, donut boxes with rotting donuts in them, drivers floorboard covered in sweets wrappers, glove boxes overflowing with melted chocolate candies and tasty cakes. Sometimes the filth is so bad there are cockroaches and whole ant colonies living in them. I wish I was joking.  When I see cars in this condition I : 1. Cringe hard 2. Put on cloves before I get in 3. bitch out loud about the filth and make overblown assumptions about just how much of a revolting slob they are 4. Show my co-workers if it's a top- tier disaster area then together we repeat step 3, and 5. Give condescending squint bitch-face glares at them (when they're not looking) for having the sheer audacity to put my health and sanity at risk. But seriously, you can learn a lot about someone by their car. I appreciate tidy cars and sometimes wonder about people based on its contents.