I step reluctantly out of the car and take a deep breath. Yellowstone…. My Grandpa decided it was a great idea to drag me to what he calls the “crown jewel” of America, but I, like, don’t see what the big deal is. The air smells like a car freshener and it is freezing. I soooooooo do not want to me here. All I want is some free wifi and a bed because that is, like, totally my version of the crown jewel of America. “Don’t read the propaganda!”, jokes Grandpa, he thinks he is soooooo funny but his jokes never are. I throw in some headphones to zone everything out, I would totally rather listen to Green Day than hear another one of his lame jokes! Ugh!
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