So i've been busy enough lately that I've been slacking on putting up new posts, but as I am currently on "vacation" I'll put one up that I've been meaning to touch on.
My dad is an infamous traveller. This is not to say that he's been everywhere, but moreso that wherever he goes is sure to spawn a new, refreshing, and painfully hilarious story. Although i have a slew of these stories to tell, I will have to space them out to keep everyone's interest. I'll start small...
When I was but a young little boy, not more than 7 or 8 years of age, the family decided to take a celebratory afternoon jaunt to the local McDonalds. Upon reflection nothing but bad things have ever gone in to or out of a McDonalds, but not knowing this information at such a ripe and tender age caused me nothing but eagerness for an oncoming big mac attack. En route to the the golden arches as my brother and i sat patiently in the back seat of our not-so-spacious Honda excel, Shaughn (the aforementioned brother) decided it would be a fine time to test his childish lock-n-key theory in the form of shoving his finger through the loop of an unbuckled seat belt.
Needless to say, the "key" fit the lock perfectly, so perfect in fact that his finger became quite stuck in the seat belt. As Shaughn's anxiousness climbed and his fervorous attempts to remove his finger became increasingly futile, the hubbub in the backseat attracted the attention of my parents.
"Everything alright back there?" my mom asks.
"It's fine. Shaughn's finger is stuck thought" I reply innocently enough.
The next series of events transpired rather quickly, but it consisted of my mom trying to free my brothers finger, Shaughn becoming more anxious and starting to cry, my dad tugging vigorously at Shaughn's finger at a red light which seemed to last forever, Shaughn beginning to bawl, Dad whipping the car around and speeding angrily towards home, all climaxing of the visual image I have burned in to my mind of my father wrapping his arms around the waist of my little brother, trying to free him from his seat belt Chinese finger trap while my brother half dangled, half stretched from the inside of the car. At the time I was mortified, but now I can't help but laugh.
My mom came to the rescue in the form of liquid soap spread lightly around my brothers finger while simultaneously shooting my father a look of utter disgust. A few dabs of hand soap, a brief tug, and Shaughn was free to continue crying in his room. After Shaughn was free, we never ended up making the 2 mile trip to McDonalds.
Granted, this is one of the shorter and more tame stories I have of travels with dad so you'll have to keep checking back for new ones. Imagine how much fun I've had over the years and over thousands of miles with this guy if we can get in to this much trouble on a simple trip to McDonalds!!
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