Funereal Scramble
I forgot to write about this back when it happened, so here it is:
When we were in Stamford for Grandpa's funeral, Eric didn't come up with me the first day, since we were in the middle of moving, and he thought he could get more done without me (he was right!) and then join us a day later. Now, my family likes Eric. I mean, REALLY likes Eric. So much so that when it came time to retrieve him from the train station, no fewer than ALL SEVEN of them tried to accompany me to get him at the same time. I kept yelling that we could only have four people, max, in the car to get him, and one of them had to be me, and another had to be someone who knew how to get to the train station. Was this heeded? No.
"Oh, I'll go!" says my mother. "Do you know the way to the train?" I ask. "No!"
"We'll go with you!" say my sister and her boyfriend. They don't know the way to the train either.
Then, both Violet's kids AND my parents all insist that they're coming along. "We can only have FOUR, and I need to be ONE of the four!!!" I squeal in vain.
Finally, five of us mash into one car (God only knows where Eric was supposed to fit once we got him--I myself was balanced precariously in the middle of the backseat, squished between two other people, resigned to my clown-car fate), and mercifully, at that exact moment, Violet walked in front of the car on the way to her own, and gave us this look through the windshield of "Are you not normal???" which made everyone come to their senses and one person finally abandoned ship for the other car (the other four were going to meet us at a restaurant after our group got Eric).
He, of course, believed none of this when I finally found him at the station. Guh.
When we were in Stamford for Grandpa's funeral, Eric didn't come up with me the first day, since we were in the middle of moving, and he thought he could get more done without me (he was right!) and then join us a day later. Now, my family likes Eric. I mean, REALLY likes Eric. So much so that when it came time to retrieve him from the train station, no fewer than ALL SEVEN of them tried to accompany me to get him at the same time. I kept yelling that we could only have four people, max, in the car to get him, and one of them had to be me, and another had to be someone who knew how to get to the train station. Was this heeded? No.
"Oh, I'll go!" says my mother. "Do you know the way to the train?" I ask. "No!"
"We'll go with you!" say my sister and her boyfriend. They don't know the way to the train either.
Then, both Violet's kids AND my parents all insist that they're coming along. "We can only have FOUR, and I need to be ONE of the four!!!" I squeal in vain.
Finally, five of us mash into one car (God only knows where Eric was supposed to fit once we got him--I myself was balanced precariously in the middle of the backseat, squished between two other people, resigned to my clown-car fate), and mercifully, at that exact moment, Violet walked in front of the car on the way to her own, and gave us this look through the windshield of "Are you not normal???" which made everyone come to their senses and one person finally abandoned ship for the other car (the other four were going to meet us at a restaurant after our group got Eric).
He, of course, believed none of this when I finally found him at the station. Guh.