I finally suggested that we stop at the next rest area that was in 5 miles. I looked over to my father who was also grabbing his crotch. I finally started to grab my crotch as I got more and more desperate. He only cares about getting to wherever he is going in as little time as possible and stopping only slows you down. My father never was much of a believer in making pit stops. 2 hours later the soda had finally made its way to my bladder and I had to pee very badly. After paying for the food, we got gas and got back on the highway. We got off the highway in Boston and stopped at a gas station and my dad got us hot dogs and 72 ounce soda’s.

Finally my father broke the silence and asked if I wanted to stop and eat. My father and I didn’t exactly get along. I tossed and turned trying to sleep, but couldn’t because the sun was out and beaming its hot rays into the black car. My father and I were on a long road trip to go see my grandparents in Florida and we had been driving for a few hours now.