funny

This type of thing happens sometimes. It seems like it happens to US fairly frequently.

Last weekend my dad, mom, sister and I drove to Kentucky for the showers/family bonding. It was an uneventful drive there, through the wheat fields of Oklahoma, corn of Missouri, and tobacco of Kentucky. Flat. Sunny skies. An Amish buggy going through a McDonalds drive-thru.



The way back, however, was ill-fated from the start. We left about an hour later than we said we would. Not a big deal, nothing to rush home for. But then we got to the driveway to leave and . . . the car wouldn't start.

So after a family gathering to jump the car, we waved goodbye and drove to the Murray battery place to buy a new battery.

That taken care of, we jumped back into the trusty minivan and, singing family songs of road tripping lore, chugged south, towards home.

Suddenly . . .
phhhhht . . .
She ain't lookin too good.

But, don't worry, we were in Tennessee (a grand 20 minutes from our point of origin). We pulled into a local establishment and gave these southerners a chance to prove their famed hospitality.
They passed with flying colors.

An hour and a half later, after buying a new tire in Paris, we pointed the wheel south and didn't look back. And that, folks, is just how we roll.