While riding the bus I got to witness the joys of family road trips. We were approaching a stop light and as we got closer to the stopped vehicles ahead, I saw a woman getting back into the passenger side door of her car that was in the middle lane.
"That seems weird," I thought to myself.
Then we get even closer and I see the license plate - green tree in the center, blue lettering, mountain in the background: Oregon.
Once the bus finally stopped, my seat was positioned right next to the Oregon car. I peer into the car and everything made sense. Dad is driving, mom is turned around in the front seat, and in the back kid #1 looks on as kid #2 screams at the top of his lungs.
Nothing beats a family road trip.
I sure am glad it's not mine.