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NTGOAP: Others

• Others may efficiently pack for their vacations while we reserve the right to purchase necessary toiletries at tourists prices.

• Others may cheerily set out of a morning while we snipe and bicker as we depart upon our week of family fun.

• Others may share the responsibility of driving while one of us deems the other fairly incompetent only to complain when incompetents snooze along the way.

• Others discuss nature or politics or somesuch during picnics at rest stops while we debate Spiderman vs. Superman.

• Others arrive at the intended destination in a timely fashion while we stop for boiled peanuts and peanut brittle and somesuch and cannot manage 5 bladders on a schedule.

• Others have the best of intentions AND stick to their clean eating plan while traveling while we fall off the wagon and let it roll right over us and off on it's way.

• Others rise early of a vacation morning in order to get a head start and enjoy a splendid sunrise over the ocean while we leave others to fight off devilfish alone as we snooze the morning away.

• Others return from beach vacations glowing in fresh tans while we slather up with overpriced sunscreen.

• Others choose family friendly audiobooks for road trips while we choose Huckleberry Finn which seems innocent enough but remember the intense themes therein and now an intense conversation is required with the 9 year olds aboard regarding slavery and con men and the "n" word.

• Others may avoid the subject altogether while we agree we're are not that good of a people and might do well to confess it.

• "Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted; persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished; persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot."
~ Mark Twain, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

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