A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…
OK, so maybe not a galaxy far, far away as it was on Earth, but it was a long time ago.
My parents separated when I was 4-years-old. By the time I was 6, my dad would send me tickets to visit with him in the summer in Florida. This takes place the third summer I was there, nearly 20 years ago.
My sister and I were in the back seat of my cousin’s Honda Accord. Liceta (my cousin) was in the passenger seat and her now ex-husband was driving. We were on our way to Carvel for — shockingly enough — ice cream. (An aside: I would always get the ice cream that came in the replica mini MLB baseball helmet. I had a collection of 10-15 different teams. My all-time favorite, though, was — of course — my Atlanta Braves one.)
On our way to Carvel, we drove past a cemetery. As is customary for my sister, she crossed herself. Shortly thereafter, Ivan (my cousin’s ex-husband) decided to play a prank and lowered my sisters window from the driver-side controls. My sister, in turn, freaked out yelling, “Someone just put my window.”
Ivan, still fucking around says, “You sure you didn’t do it?” Of course she didn’t do it, he had locked the windows before we stepped in the car.
“No,” said my sister, sounding exasperated. “I didn’t touch it! And I can’t put it back up now!!!”
Ivan rolls the window a quarter of the way up and then rolls it down again. My sisters hand is near the window controls but nowhere near touching them.
“Stop playing with the windows”, Ivan shouted, “The AC is on.”
“I am not even touching them. Something is doing it all on its own.”
Liceta, with the fear of my sister having a meltdown I am sure, decided to call the game quits — much to Ivan’s chagrin.
Liceta later told my sister, it was Ivan, not anything else. He was just being a jerk because he knows how you are about cemeteries.