Meat Stick Mechanic

My husband is a sort of genius when it comes to car repairs. Minor car repairs. It's sort of like watching one of those monkeys find a stick that is just the right one for thrusting into an anthill to pull ants out and eat them. This is not an insult. When we were first married Les was pretty much ummm... let's say that he has learned alot.

So the door, okay. What happens is that the little pluggy thing that is supposed to get pressed in when the door closes, it doesn't. Press in, I mean, so then the light stays on.
What's a couple to do? Well when it is cold as all get out, you are out without tools and you have to try and fix it with what's on hand? You scour the trash left on the floor by your 5 year old and you thank God that you come across a slim-jim, half eaten and tucked into a Ziplock baggie. Because if you are cool enough you figure out how to wedge the baggie in the seat/door groove with the meat stick positioned enough to facilitate that whole pressy in action and viola! No more dome light issues. See Dad? We have no worries until that meat stick starts to mold and in this weather? Shoot, we have until Spring!
Also the other door? We fixed that whole pressy knobby thing with old receipts and medical tape. In 1999.
We do have a more permanent and visually appealing fix in mind. Those stick on pads for the bottom of chairs and such.
Aren't we smart?