ANACONDA, MONTANA.
Being the youngest child you got convinced it was cool to do a lot of things that were far from being cool. Things like turning out the lights upstairs because you’re the fastest or taking out the trash because it’s fun.
My dad was the President of the Former Students Association for Texas A&M and they had their annual meeting. This year it was in Colorado Springs at the Broadmoar. While on our trip we my dad notices a killer deal on Thrifty and decides to do an impromptu road trip. While on the road trip with my family we put about 1,500 miles on our poor Taurus with Georgia license plates. Honestly, if that car could talk I bet it would have said “no more bitches, stop this car! I want to go home!”
On this trip I get convinced it’s fun to pump gas and wash the windows on the car. We are in Anaconda, Montana and pull over at gas station to fill up the tank and stock up in Frito’s, Wackey Wafers and Gatorade. Well, that was my shopping list at least. I get out and put the pump in the gas tank and walk around to start cleaning the windows. When the fam is wandering back from the convenient store a random gust of wind rustles up a plastic bag and it heads for me like a freight train. As I put down the driver side wiper, this plastic bag wraps around my face and renders me helpless.
More than having my face encased by a filthy discarded trash bag, my pride was in the gutters as my family collapsed in laughter at my near suffocating experience. Even tonight as we sit in my sister’s backyard in San Antonio, everyone is cackling about how scared I looked having this bag wrapped around my face and how great of a moment it was for them. I guess, in the end, it was worth it to see my dad still lauging that hard.
