just distracting enough

Road Trips Gone Bad.


I'm sure that all of us have endured at least one road trip that was meant to be one of the best, if not THE best, trip that you were supposed to take with the person or people you were with but somehow the fun of the trip managed to go terribly wrong.
So what's my horrible road trip story?
Well, the one that take the cake would be the family reunion that happened in Indiana a couple years back. The one that involved us having to take trips back and forth from a street in the city to get people back home, and then when we had to take everybody's favorite aunt home, some punk kid puked on the windshield because he was so wasted - -even though he was NOT old enough to be that wasted.... Oh yes... Do we remember the stories of this trip, sisters?

Well, tonight was a minor mishap road trip that made me think of that horrible night for no apparent reason. And now sisters, you will have to endure my horrible story telling as I share my minor mishap. A trip to the river walk in Naperville. Harmless enough. The ride there was somewhat crazy because Kyle's friend does NOT know how to drive, but they're kinda crazy together anyway. [Even though we took two cars, we had to follow Kyle's friend because neither of us were positive on how to the river walk.] There was also a little mishap with the lights inside of Kyle's car, but, no harm, no foul - -it was still daylight. So, we arrive at the river walk, splash in the fountain a little before heading down to the actual water, walk along the river [of course], threaten to throw one another in the river, sit under a little gondola and watch the water and some cars and bikes go by, etc. etc. So what exactly went wrong on this trip? The lights... oh yes. We discovered we had no tail lights from a nice little policeman on the way home. [Thankfully this officer didn't give out a ticket or anything because that would have been horrible in more than one way.] So Kyle and I pulled into a darkened gas station so he could see if he could change the fuse for it, but no go. In fact, he blew 2 fuses. We had headlights and brake lights though, so we managed to make it home with Kyle's friend behind us, letting us know what exactly we were doing. [And for the record, if he were to flash his lights at you, that would mean go faster. If he opened and closed his headlights though, well, we never figured out what that one meant.]

So you see, tonight wasn't horrible, just a minor mishap that didn't kill the moment, but was just distracting enough.

So dare I ask: What are your "just distracting enough" moments?