Liquids: Day 8

Vacation Bloopers

Lydia was taking her bath today and totally lost in her imagination.  I was of no interest to her and her princesses so my mind wandered, as well.  I started playing with the floating letters and the FLA were in front of me.  Now I'm thinking about Florida (who isn't, right?).  Maybe it was the red A, but all of a sudden it hit me.  The funniest experience of my life, to date.

I was probably 13 or 14 and I'm pretty sure I had a friend with me on this trip.  Maybe Lindsay.  My brother had his friend, Chris.  We were driving to Orlando to visit my grandparents and we had stopped at a McDonald's to grab food, use the bathroom, and all the usual things you do when you stop in a Georgia McDonald's. Ok, well maybe not all of them.  On a different trip we left my brother at that McDonald's.  But, that's for a different post.

My mom was cleaning out the RV and had used the larger McDonald's bag to load up some of the trip trash.  One of these items was a glass bottle of tomato juice.  She loved tomato juice.  I love it, too, but never drink it.  I don't know why.  

My dad was heading out of the McDonald's when I looked that direction.  He was walking toward the RV.  Mom spotted him and grabbed her bag-o-trip-trash and took off running.  And fast.  So fast that her hair was about 3 inches behind the rest of body.  I mean she was really moving.  The bag was in her left hand (this is important).

Dad was watching her with that, "ooooh she thinks she's soooo funny" look is his eye and I knew something good was going to happen.  Right when the two bodies in motion were about to pass, he stuck his left leg straight to the side and his arms went straight up with it.  He kicked that bag right out of her hands, in mid stride, and the bottle of tomato juice exploded like a volcano.  It stopped her dead in her tracks.  She was covered from head to toe in red goo.  It was so awesome.  I was laughing so hard that I thought I may never recover.  The timing was genius and the way the wind came out of her sails...it couldn't have been better if he tried.

Ok, so maybe you had to be there, but it really was the funniest thing ever.  I'm cracking up typing this!!  Ah, vacation memories are the best, aren't they?