I remember the stench of cauliflower as it gassed the interior of the family van during our drive through Hollister from L.A. My little sister Cynthia held her nose as she slept with her head cradled in the top of her seat belt. I tried to rest too but my other sister was already taking up most of the room. Besides, no matter how much I squirmed around in the five square feet of space I had for my whole body, no comfort would come to me as long as I was hungry.
"Dad, can we stop to get some food?" I asked as I daringly put my head in Heathers lap. The next thing I knew my head was thrown into the seat in front of me.
"Shut up Trish, let's just go home." Heather growled half asleep.
"God! I'm so hungry!" I whined sitting up to rub my head which was now a little burned from the heat of the leather seat before me.
"Well, you're not going to be satisfied if we stop at a crappy fast food joint anyway so let's just keep driving." Heather insisted turning her body away from me.
"You just don't want to stop because you don't eat meat." I replied but my sister had already tuned me out.
"Patricia, don't start in." My mom then turned around reveling the deep "danger wrinkle" she had in the middle of her forehead. Of course, that didn't stop me from pressing on.
"Daddy," I began. I knew he would give me my way. "Can we please stop; I know you're hungry too."
"Do you want to go to McDonalds?" he asked pointing towards an obvious road trip pit stop. Along with McDonalds, it was equip with other artery cloggers like Jack in...