Waiting in traffic at the NJ turnpike toll exit, my 8-year-old spied a car pulled over to the side of the road, loaded with a family of people, luggage piled high on the top of the car. Next to the car, a man spoke urgently on a cell phone.
8-year-old: Huh. I wonder what they’re doing.
Me: Looks like they broke down. Bummer. I can’t imagine a worse place to break down than the toll area of the turnpike. (Brief silent pause.) Well, actually, I guess it’s better to break down here than somewhere in the middle of nowhere. (Another brief silent pause.) Well, actually, with cell phones, I guess it wouldn’t matter if you were in the middle of—
RegularDad (with a wink and a knowing grin): Oh, well, gee… I guess a flip-flopper like yourself would vote for Obama after all, wouldn’t ya?
HA HA! Our car broke down on the NJT, Pirate Boy was in Monmouth Medical Center NICU waiting to have surgery. It was a NIGHTMARE. We had to have their tow company tow our car. Not being from there we had NO IDEA where they towed it to. We were stationed in Colts Neck for a bit over a year. I LOVED it there. My favorite place ever was Delicious Orchards. Pirate Boy says he plans to live there when he gets a wife! ha ha!