Doesn’t Know Beans About Road Trips
(This happened back in the 1970s. Our family has decided to take a vacation to Chicago, and we’re driving there in our little 1967 Volkswagen Beetle. As we pull up…)
Dad: *gets out* “All right! Everyone out!”
Me: *gets out*
Sister #1: *gets out*
Sister #2: *gets out*
Mom: *gets out*
English Mastiff: *hops out*
Cousin #1: *gets out*
Cousin #2: *gets out*
Cousin #3: *gets out*
(At this point, all eight of us and the not-that-small dog are standing beside our tiny car, staring at my dad.)
Mom: “You are no longer allowed to have beans and wasabi before long trips.”