A Picture's Worth a Thousand Laughs

Favorite Vacation Moment

San Diego, CA

by 2q2btru March 18, 2008

Mom and Edna...No Sweater

Mom and Dad and Aunt Edna and I decided to go to a famous theme park. At the end of the day, as we were heading for the exit at the front of the park, Mom spotted a photo booth and grinning, said, "Ooh, wouldn't it be nice to take a picture?" So, we sauntered over, preparing our best "Pooped from having fun" smiles. I didn't realize that mom had a GROUP photo in mind. Especially since we three girls are all 'plus' size and the booth seemed built to child-size specifications. Nonetheless, Mom and Edna climbed in, crammed beyond movement, and losing feeling in their legs within seconds. Then Mom pleads, "Come on, honey...hurry up...this is gonna be great!" Don't ask me how I did it. Evidently I'm more flexible than I ever knew. I managed to jam myself in a hunched, squatting, knees-to-chest maneuver, down on the floor, in front of their legs, and on top of their feet, vying for my spot in the lower middle of the picture. After someone finally figured out how to work the machine, we then began the arduous process of aligning ourselves for the photo. The giggling began early, when three grown women couldn't figure out how to take a picture. When I mentioned that the giant beverage I gulped down earlier was now being compressed due to my magic-act position, laughter bubbled forth. Just what I needed to hear, aside from running water, I no longer had a laughing matter on my hands, or in my pants. As I begged furiously, "Get out...get out...I have to get out now!", the girls' chortling and cackling and heaving and snorting set in, slowing their departure from the sardine can booth even more. Later, after a futile attempt to salvage my dignity with a hand dryer in the ladies' room, I proudly modeled my mom's sweater as a particularly unfashionable half-skirt round my pants out to the car. We never did get a good photo...but we all have quite a memory to last forever!