V is for VERY Creepy

I think looking into someone's car is like catching a glimpse of a person's life.  For example, right now my car is a mess - filled with stale cheerios, a pack n play, and empty diet coke cans.  Obviously, I'm a tired mommy trying to keep her kids quiet while conserving calories by not drinking regular coke (oh I how I miss the fizzy burn of real coke).

The other day in the grocery store parking lot, this is what I saw in the car next to me:

 

What the hell does that say about their life?  Scary.