Next week I'm traveling to Boston with my parents see my sister, Sarah, graduate college. My parents have rented a minivan for the occasion. I can promise you that even with the current price of gas, going by automobile is much less stressful than trying to convince my father to fly; not to mention the general farce that is the airline industry these days.
The big downside to driving is I can't get drunk and doze off.
Sarah and I are discussing the upcoming trip, in which my father, my mother and I will be trapped in a rented Kia minivan together for hours on end.
“That is going to be really entertaining; I wish I could be there.”
“Well, maybe I'll have to take notes.” I laugh. “You know, they've talked about putting me down as one of the drivers, so that should be interesting.”
Sarah pauses a moment, then says in a slightly serious tone, “Now I'm picturing you driving a minivan.
“It's a pretty disturbing image.”
