After exiting Rocky Mountain National Park, Yair and I embarked on a long drive into the state of Wyoming. Little did we realize that we would end up overnighting at a historic campsite on… the Oregon Trail!
We kept our oxen close, guarded ourselves against dysentery and made sure to never ever ford the river – assuring our survival til the next day.
While driving the following morning, we realized that Wyoming is very sparsely populated. We repeatedly traversed 30+ miles of driving through undeveloped terrain for each town that we spotted and many of the towns themselves were itsy bitsy.
We stopped in one of these podunk towns to purchase a no-kill mouse trap for a furry stow-away that had been hitching with us since the Rockies, when this magical story unfolded:
Two girls, probably 6 and 8 years old: Oh, Daddy! Candy, candy! Candy, candy!
Their unimpressed father ignored the girls’ pleading.
Girls: Daddy, can we please have money to buy candy? Please?!?
Dad: No. Girls, Daddy needs to concentrate.
Girls: Pretty pretty please?!?!
Dad: Girls, Daddy has a hangover. H-A-N-G-O-V-E-R. I don’t know if you know what a hangover is, but it sucks.
The end. That’s the whole story. Yay for Wyoming. 🙂
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