Light up night, oh light up night. We came so close to seeing you on this unusually warm November evening. I busted out the hat and camera and was all set to capture some photographic beauty. But something went awry. Let me give you a hint.
“This car is too small! Can’t we take two cars?! We are packed in here! I hate this car!! He’s touching me! He’s fat! Retard!! I want to take two cars!! I can’t buckle up in this car. We’re crunched back here. This is terrible. You stink! I smell like freakin’ gas!!! Move over! It’s no fair we’re squashed!”
The hubs and I gave several warnings of a potential turn around. These warnings went unheeded as the attitudes and verbal complaints continued. Then I heard the exasperated words “That’s it, I’m done. We’re going home!” as the hubs turned the car around. Our cramped 5 seater vehicle carrying the loud wails of protest was headed toward home.
Sometimes you just gotta do what you threaten!