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| The Trip.
THE Trip.
The TRIP.
Right. Oh. Riiiiight.
Picture the scene. Us. In the car. Ten hour
drive. No legroom. And less patience. Not
pretty. We were going to Estes Park. Or at least
trying. Most of the trip was like this:
Claire: "Thomas, you little jerk, stop BREATHING on me."
Me: "I'm not, you little dorkwad."
Later on...MUCH later on, when all were fatigued...
Me: "My feet are hot." (temperature hot, of course)
Claire: (sleepily) "Thanks..."
We were going to a bagpipe competition, where me, myself, myself, and
I, just me myself and I, took first in solo Snare Drum
competition.
On the way back, it went something like this.
Me: *Holds out hands towards Helen* "I'm raising money for
the Guppies Who Swim Upside Down Fund." *Starts chewing on car
upholstery*
Helen: *confused look*
To top off this interesting trip, we stop at a rest stop around 11 p.m.
to use the loo, where I proceeded....TO LIE ON THE TABLE!
Actually, no, where I proceeded to walk into the women's
bathroom. Meanwhile, before the eyes of a confused and somewhat
disturbed janitor, my sisters waltzed into the bathroom for the
gentlemen.
Confused Janitor: "Uhhh..there's a women's bathroom over there."
Girls: *Scurry out of men's bathroom and into women's, where they
see Thomas' feet inhabiting a stall* "Thomas! Thomas!
Quick! You're in the wrong bathroom!"
Me: "I was wondering where all of the urinals went..." *runs out of bathroom*
Confused Janitor: *watches three people racing back and forth with great confusion and worry on his face*
That concludes another powerful...
BATHROOM SWAP!
The end
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