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So I haven’t posted any randomness lately, so here it goes:

My younger sister plays this game called “tweeter” while she’s in the car due to hanging out with her hooligan friends, and the other day I couldn’t think of the name of the game so I screamed out “BANANA!” she stopped talking, looked at me and was like “WHAT IS BANANA?” I was like the game you play, she goes “you mean tweeter?” I was like “apparently so”. So today I picked her up to hang out for a few hours and we get in the car see a yellow passing car and she screams “BANANA!” at the top of her lungs, and it went on the entire time we were in the car, I’m horrible at driving and playing cause I can’t focus on both yet, but I’ll get better. Remember when your in the car, bored and see a passing car, scream out BANANA!

Also while I was with my sister today, I needed to put air in my tires because the brisk Pennsylvania air deflates them ALL the time. And took a wrong turn, that took me in a mile long circle FOR NO REASON, then when I finally got on the right road, I realized I forgot to put air in my tires, so I had to pull a U-turn so I could go get some of the free air that “SHEETZ” has to offer. I made my sister put air in the tires because I was wearing an embarrassing pair of pajama pants and was completely engrossed in trying to find a “BANANA” so I could win our game that I was oblivious to the car approaching, the door slam and the HUGE black man (excuse me if that’s offensive to anyone) approached my window “is everything with you girls aiight” me “WHAT?” he repeats himself. I do the same, he repeats himself again i again repeat myself and apologize for not being able to hear.  He yells “is everything with you girls okay? do you need any help?” both my sister and I reply “No.” By now I’m frantic, hand on the ignition about to bounce on the double up out of there with the air thing attached and my sister kneeling by my tires, I was leaving her there too hahaha, but I rationalized and stayed put. She finished the 2nd tire, moved to the passenger side did the rear one and moved up the the front, she sat there for over a minute trying to get the valve cover thinger off before I said “go ask that man for help” we argued over it and me getting out of the car for a while then she mustered up the courage to ask him for help I covered my embarrassing pj’s with her coat as he approached, he got the thing off and filled my tire because my sister was letting air out of it. As we thanked him he replies “your welcome, I asked you if you needed help before and you said you didn’t need any.” She got in the car and we drove off, still a little shaken up over the whole ordeal.  We laughed about it and went on our way back to my house, playing “Banana” the entire time.

Sometimes the craziest things happen to me, I embrace them.  You should too. :]