“Shut up. Can’t you kids ever stop squabbling back there? I’m going to put both of you on a time out, I swear I am.”
“But MOM, he TOUCHED ME!”
“Loretta, I am going to touch you. Then you’ll have a good reason to cry. Joey, leave your sister alone.”
Voice of boy child with strong adenoidal whine: “But MOOOOOOM, she’s taking up the whole back seat and I can’t help touching her. Anyway, why can’t I touch her? She touches me all the time.”
“She does what??”
“I do not”
“Do too.”
“DO NOT!@!”
(Long pause)
In a whisper: “Do too.”
“Do not.”
A booming baritone from the front seat, the Voice of Dad, speaks: “One more word out of either of you and I will stop this car and you will both be crying and you’ll have a damned good reason.”
(Whispers)
“Do not.”
“Do too.”
(Pause, wait, longer pause)
The sound of vomiting fills the car along with a sickening and pungent odor.
“Ew. Yuk. MOM he barfed all over me! Make him clean it up.”
Chorus:
“ARE WE THERE YET?”
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This is perfect, Marilyn! And very familiar! ❤️🥰🎄
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Oh those awful family car trips! I was SO glad when I was college age and I could just say no.
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Yes! 😂
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Oh marilyn! I love it! Such a cute story! ❤
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Life in the back seat was completely unrelated to life in the front seat. I can say that as having been in both positions — and I’m mostly back in the back again.
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Lol 🤣
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I’m glad we are over those family trips. Hilarious
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They were torture for the whole family and I have NO idea why we did it. But everyone did.
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Yes, everyone did it. Perhaps going away as a family for some family time?
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I remember it mostly as trying to hide from parents and any other family that got drug along with us. I was SO glad when I was old enough to just say NO.
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Yes they were uncomfortable to say the least.
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Too, too familiar. Finally my dad, in desperation, bought a car that had a dividing arm rest that pulled down in the middle of the seat. Then of course we fought over who would put their arm on the armrest. Finally, one time my dad pulled the car over to the side of the road, got out, climbed over the fence and went down to a willow patch by a small stream, cut a willow switch and came back to the car. Put it on the front seat. Didn’t say a word. Nor did we for the rest of that morning’s ride.
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Yup. Same scenario. For us, the act of pulling over to the side was entirely warning enough. We got it. But you see, there were THREE of us, so someone got the middle — usually me. AND I got carsick in the back. I was in the middle because I was the least contentious — or, more to the point, my brother really disliked my sister and I was the official neutral party. On those awful vacations some of which lasted for weeks of simmering anger, I basically hated everyone. Equally. Which was as close to neutral as we got.
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