Camping Is Too In-Tents

(My sister and I go camping by ourselves, which is a first since we usually go with our dad, so I’m a little nervous because we don’t have his protection and there’s a lot of drunk strangers close by at the neighboring campsites. We’re lying down in our tent to sleep.)

Sister: “Do you ever wonder how long it would take someone to find our bodies if we get slashed by a psycho while we sleep out here?”

(She then went promptly to sleep. Several hours later when the sun was coming up, she asked me why I was still wide awake and why I’d brought the tire iron from the boot of the car into the tent with us.)

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