some (but not all) of you might remember/know that i was a child who was always getting carsick. any drive more than 120 minutes, and the possibility of me spewing a mess was 75%--a percentage that increased with every added minute, turns, bumps, whatever. that didn't stop me from hoarding up on ice cream and candy at our designated stop on the way to jersey during our monthly (sometimes bimonthly) trips. i'm not sure why my parents thought it would be okay to feed me during these drives, except that maybe my tiny face greedily salivating over that box of miniature 3 musketeers tugged at their heartstrings. the thing about 3 musketeers is that their rich goodness made me feel incredibly nauseated every single time but that didn't stop me from buying them every single time. ask omara...she knows. we'd be playing in the back of the station wagon...trading candy...or more so...me having already finished my chocolate and convincing omara she owed me some of hers...and quite suddenly i'd feel sick and would pretty much lay still for the rest of the trip with the hopes that i didn't barf...which would only be a cause for embarrassment since the first question anyone asked when i reached jersey was, "didja throw up this time?"
didn't mean to get into all that. i was thinking of this yesterday as my mom and i made a small drive for shopping and i started having my adult manifestations of carsickness (ie: headache and nausea...but no more vomiting). my sensitivities are loserish.
if i owned the position of taking care of menial things in this world:
1) i'd put coat checks in all malls. who wants to shop in the wintertime with those heavy coats on?? not i.
2) i'd force the production of efficient flying cars. it's 2010 already! c'mon now. the jetsons promised me this!!!
don't laugh at my list. these are nonimportant-important things! i have a whole list... and as i remember them i'll add them. can't think of anything else now due to lack of time because i'm supposed to run to dad's office and maybe i can sneak away to the bookstore for a short bit.
peace.
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and i dont care if flying cars were pollution monsters. it needs to happen.
ReplyDeleteWait, what station wagon?
ReplyDeleteomg, saq! seriously? you don't remember the station wagon? the beige one? the one with the pacman carpet in the back??
ReplyDeleteHah no I totally don't remember it. I think I remember knowing that you used to have one. The earliest station wagon I could remember is shahzad bhi's brown and, well, darker brown one.
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