Trip to Self     

Good sport that I am, I join in the fun. We imagine her careening downhill in the roller coaster, viewing the entire park from the top of the towering Ferris wheel, going through a stuffed nosh bag, and all the joys this trip will have to offer.

Chavi is eagerly anticipating this adventure, but listening to her, I suddenly feel a pit in my stomach.

I’m glad she’s the one going on this trip and not me. I don’t want to be careening downhill in any roller coaster, and I’d hate standing on line under the baking sun for the pirate ship, and then throwing up onboard.

I hate trips.