me: "I hate cookie cutter hotels"
my mother: "Well that's too bad because I signed up for the La Quinta rewards club and we're gonna La Quinta it all the way to Baltimore."
my mother: "Okay, we are not going to pass another one of this historic sites without stopping and appreciating it."
my sister: "Well will you just pull up close so I can appreciate it without leaving the car."
me: "What's a trustle?"
my mother: "The word is trestle, not trustle! Oh my goodness, its like you didn't even graduate from college."
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