I awake from one of my many naps to witness the first
real attempt at communication that we have had on this
trip.
I heard Mel mumble to Erin, "I THINK YOU HEARD a BIT too
muCH of this fleetwood mac cd."
Erin calmly questioned, "WHAT DID YOU SAY?"
Mel started to hum a Christmas tune and Erin, obviously
irritated by some misunderstanding, snapped, "DON'T
FA-LA-LA-LA-LA WITH ME!"
Something must have run in front of the van then because
Mel suddenly slowed down and taking advantage of the
situation, Mel and Erin decided to stretch their legs.
"My money's on the dash," Kevin grabbed his wallet and headed to the nearby gas station (he noticed that his condom had expired and wanted to get it replaced quickly, one never knows just
when hell could freeze over).
Outside the van Erin noticed a CRACK WHere the OREgon
bumpersticker had worn away the paint.
Mel made me so proud when she extended her, "we
shouldn't always be so NASTY, CUN'T we try to get
along?"
Then to seal the new agreement they each spat into their
hands and shook on it! I was so proud of them!
When they started talking about making sure our next
hotel room had a pool, I felt I couldn't leave them alone.
I went to the fridge to grab everyone a whopper so we
could have a snack and get back on the road.
