This past week, Mom and I flew to Washington to visit Lauren and see some grad schools. I was excited to see Lauren's house, since the last and only time I'd seen it all I got to see was the outside, since she hadn't finalized the purchase yet and therefore had no keys. Her house is awesome; it's basically two stories with a loft. The stairs leading from the first floor to the second are pretty creaky, I soon discovered. When I mentioned this to Mom Thursday morning as we were preparing to leave, she said, "Yeah, I don't think anyone's going to be sneaking up on you going up those stairs." Being me, I had pretty quickly figured out that if you skip every other step, you can get around the loudness. I tried it out, and sure enough it worked pretty well. When I pointed this out to Mom, she had to try it. After she tried it and realized I was right, she stated, "You would make a good criminal."
That's what moms do, right? She opened up a whole new door for me! Thanks, Mom! :D
As for other funny stories, there are several from this trip.
Mom and I were boarding a plane, and in front of us there was a mother and her two children. It was a boy and girl, probably around 5 and 6. They started messing with each other, of course, and the mother said, "Stop touching each other! Hands to yourselves." The kids calmed down for a minute. Then the boy reached out with his hand like half a foot from the little girl, and the girl said, "Too close!" That's much more accurate than, "He's touching me!!"
On our way to Seattle Saturday morning, we stopped and got coffee and hot chocolate. I got hot chocolate, of course, and told Mom she could just have some of mine instead of getting her own. Her reaction when she tried it was, "This tastes like a melted milkshake." What a revelation! Who woulda thunk it?
Funny, but more sad... Mom and I were in a Jack in the Box eating. First of all, they had an automated machine to take your order. I mean, you enter your order into this machine, and then someone brings out from the back. Great idea - kill more jobs. Anyway, we had gotten our food and were in the process of eating. I saw this guy standing outside, and could pretty much guess from first glance that he was homeless. He comes in and decides to stop at our table on his way to the counter. He started talking about how there were a ton of chuck wagons outside, and we should unhitch all the horses and hitch them together. We both just kind of smiled and nodded, and he moved on to the counter. After he got coffee - no food, just coffee - he sat at the table that was on the other side of the wall from us. The wall was short enough to only reach my shoulder sitting. He once again started talking about wagons: "I saw you pull in, I pulled in right behind you. We just went down south, and everything's flooded! Completely flooded! Thank you, have a good day. But then we went up north, and it's sunshine. All clear. Thank you, have a good day." Interesting... It definitely made me wonder where he came from and what happened to him.
There were other stories, but that's all I have at the moment. :)