This past weekend, we took a family trip to Ilwaco/Long Beach to go clamming and relax and just get away after tax season. We’re going back in another week because, well, we always go “home” for Loyalty Day and the Blessing of the Fleet. You can take the man away from the ocean, but not for long, I guess.
As we were heading to the pizza parlor, Charles (who sits right next to Jamie in the truck) started calling, “Jamie!” to his brother. Repeatedly. Jamie ignored him.
“Jamie!” “Jamie! I’m talking to you!”
“I can’t hear you!” Jamie finally said. I started to smile and glanced sideways at Tony. Sometimes, you just know when something is about to get good.
“Jamie!” Charles yelled louder, and more insistently.
“I CAN’T HEAR YOU.” Jamie replied
“I’m seeing the lake, Chawals! I can’t hear you!” (We were driving by Black Lake.)
“I CAN’T HEAR YOU!!!”
“JAMIE! I’M RIGHT HERE! YOU CAN HEAR ME!!”
“Chawals, I’m trying to FOCUS!”
That effectively silenced Charles because Tony and I were laughing so hard he couldn’t get a word in edgewise.
Why are these people always bothering me?