My favorite part of my trip to Arizona and back helping my parents bring home their car was, again, the times when I made my parents laugh.
I think I'm funny sometimes but things get really hilarious when you are driving for hours on end and you are tired.
So, these things might not make anyone but me (and Dad) laugh but I still want to remember them.
Backstory: The day before they left Arizona to come home to Utah, Mom and Dad got a new neighbor in the RV park. These people had a NICE RV. Like the latest, greatest version. Fancy.
And Mom and Dad got to talking with them and found out that these people got an amazing deal on this RV. They just knew the right people who happened to want to sell their super nice RV for a steal of a price. This super nice RV is only one year younger than my parents' RV. Anyway, being right next door to that super nice RV that didn't cost much more than his not-as-nice RV was a bit tough on my Dad.
We stopped for lunch during our drive home and during lunch Dad said, "I sort of wish I had never seen that nice RV."
I responded, "Oh. Did it made you love yours less?"
Dad: "I've always loved mine less."
We both looked at each other for a split second.
Aaand....then we just lost it.
He just said it with such a straight face and it struck me as hilarious. I laughed and laughed. And because I laughed and laughed, Dad started laughing. Then because we were laughing, Mom started laughing. And we are not talking about the kind of laughing that is ok in public...no we were all three laughing our heads off. And then we would stop and one of us would start up again. We went on like this for quite a long time.
Dad was actually suffering from a pretty bad cough at the time so he would laugh and then cough and cough. And then laugh again. Mom kept telling him things like "no more laughing until you are done eating" or "no more laughing when you have a cough". Which, of course, made us laugh more!
We finally calmed down and Mom asked for the butter for her roll (we were at a Popeye's Fried Chicken). I handed her the butter and a straw. She was confused and asked me if I had been using the straw instead of a knife to spread the butter. I said that I had...because I was too lazy to get up and get a knife. Which, in our tired state, was hilarious.
And we started up again.
|Here is Dad, choking and laughing at the same time|
Oh man, it was fun to laugh so hard with my parents.