Tuesday, July 29, 2008

"The Best Vacation Ever"

The Stevens were having the best time of their lives. It was the middle of summer and they were on a cross-country road trip from South Carolina to California to visit Disneyland for Rick’s ninth birthday. The trip had been absolutely perfect so far; no lost luggage, no speeding tickets, and no bad weather.

Mr. Stevens pulled the car into the parking lot of an ice cream store and told the kids to get whatever they wanted. “Can I have a banana split, papa?” said Julie.

“Have two, sweetheart.”

When they had all finished their ice cream they arrived at the hotel and Mr. Stevens went to check in. After a brief confrontation with the manager he spoke to the family.

“It looks like there’s been a mix-up. They booked us for a room that was already taken, so they’re giving us a suite for the night!”

The suite was fantastic. It had three separate beds, a billiards table, and a big-screen TV. Everyone was in heaven. They called up room service and, when the waiter saw the two kids having so much fun, he couldn’t even think of charging them for the high-priced meal. It was on the house and absolutely magnificent.

The next morning the Stevens packed and loaded up the car to head to their next destination, but the car wouldn’t start. Mr. Stevens called a rental company to try to find something to drive. “Actually, Mr. Stevens,” said the man on the other end of the call, “we’re in the process of replacing our inventory with newer models. Would you like to have one of our Cadillacs? We need to get it off the lot as quickly as possible.”

Mr. Stevens picked up their new car and the family was thrilled.

“Wow, dad,” said Rick while he rubbed his hand over the smooth leather seats. “This is the best vacation ever! How did all this great stuff happen to us?”

“Well, Rick, I was meaning to talk to you about that. You see, your father sold his soul to the Devil for this vacation. The red-horned beast proposed the deal in the men’s room of a Denny’s last week, and, well, I thought of how happy it would make you guys, so I just had to accept. I reckon you won’t see much of me after this trip. I’ll probably be taken far, far away, to toil under Satan’s reign. Who knows what I’ll be doing? I bet it won’t be as great as this trip, that’s for sure. In fact, I bet it’ll be pretty awful.”

“Well thanks, pop! I hope there’s waffles at Disneyland!”

There were waffles at Disneyland and the family had a great time eating them. It was truly the best vacation ever.

1 comment:

rue said...

that actually makes me very very depressed.