We start with my father getting into a spat with a neighbor girl over her barking dogs. Fucking Cujo, I swear, like the hounds of hell. A while back I printed out the city's dog barking ordinance on the condition that he call the police first before mailing it to the neighbors.
Cut to us all in the car, one carryon item and one personal item in our laps, ready to go to the airport, oh wait nope, have to go the post office first. "One small step for man, one giant leap for quietness," he said. He probably shouldn't have done it the day we left town and won't be able to protect our property for a week. I'm sure everything will be fine because I doubt they're smart enough to do anything. I hid my laptop just in case.
We just made it to the offsite parking. God help us.
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