What Took You So Long?


Big families mean many, many interrogations

We found ourselves driving with the "donut"--the spare tire that comes with the car these days--and since you can only drive a maximum of 60 mph, I did so. Well, that brought out the road rage in just about everyone. So I had to find a Goodyear dealership. The Avis 800 number said that they have a national contract with Goodyear. So we found the only Goodyear dealership open in Seattle, and the first thing the man says to us is "Those are Bridgestone tires on that car."

My uncle was having an open house, partly in honor of his grandson's third birthday. We wound up taking my cousins to the airport, so we told everyone we would be back in two hours. It took us that long to drop off my cousins, look for a gas station, and exchange our rental car. We wound up with a bigger car, an Impala.

When we returned back to my uncle's house, we were asked by almost everyone, "Where have you been this whole time?" We were gone for as long as we said we would be gone, but this prompted a lot of discussion.

Posted: Sun - July 31, 2005 at 02:42 PM        

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