"Mr. Christian, we stopped at the last rest area." Said Captain Bligh, sounding a little smug for a guy in a wig, holding a map, and a bag of pistachio nuts.
"Sir, we have had two bottles of Dasani (a registered trademark of the Coca Cola Co.) and a Snapple (a registered trademark of some other company) since then."
Maybe the crew was upset about the music, or the climate control, or the way a bag of snacks has been allocated. We have had gun fights erupt between our sons over a perceived slight in beef jerky distribution.
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Anyway, if you want see what type of people are in your family, load them in a car and drive for hours, across the featureless, homogenous midwest, devoid of landmarks, or any method of measuring progress. Soon you will you have bonded with, or divorced yourself entirely from, your whole family. Plus, you will start to understand what happened to HAL 9000.