What Are You...Stupid?

My father, stepmother, and I used to take vacations every summer.  Always some destination in the United States, and almost always dragging an RV behind us.  When I was younger, my brother and grandparents came as well, but by the time of this story, my grandparents had long-since died, and my brother was too cool to hang around with us anymore.  I still loved to travel.  Even though I was in college and getting busier and busier every year, I still cherished the times when we’d set off for some unknown adventure.

The year we went to Corpus Christie was a particularly special vacation for me, because it marked the first time that I was able to bring a girlfriend along.  KE was an amazing girlfriend.  She was a lot of fun to be around, loved to do all the same things I did, and I obsessively adored her.  As a matter of fact, everyone did.  She was positively likeable, and my family took to her immediately.

It’s a long drive to the southeastern, Texas coast, so we spent the time singing to the radio, talking, or playing car games.  On one occasion, I was leaning on the console between the front seats, and I pointed at something in the road.  “What’s that in the road?” I asked.  Without missing a beat, my father said, “A head.”  It took us all a few seconds, but one by one, we started laughing.  It was so simple and so absurd that it was funny.  Capitalizing on the captive audience, my father said, “What’s that running down…your leg?”  More laughter ensued.  Wanting to join the fun too, KE said, “What are you…stupid?”

The car fell into complete silence.  We were all trying to gauge if she was joking or if she had completely missed the point of the game.  Either way, I couldn’t help it, and I burst out laughing.  Another quality of an amazing girlfriend, is that she’s a good sport when she’s the butt of her own goof-up.