It was my 21st birthday. We were going bowling, because it is the height of legality and pure orneriness. Oh, and it's way more fun than drinking.
Hana had to be at work by some specific time, and it was late, so after making sure it was ok, the two of us hopped in her car to drive to the bowling alley. We hoped that the family would be there soon after us so we wouldn't have to wait too long.
Well we got there just fine, and had a great time goofing off in the car and talking about things like socks and coworkers, but there's only so long you can goof off in a hot car without wishing you could get out. It was pretty hot in the car, but it was even hotter outside the car, so there was no way we were gonna get out before the family got there.
So I called Daddy's cell phone to see how close they were.
"Ring ring," went the phone.
"Helloooo?" said Daddy.
I wondered why he sounded so tentative, but I let it go.
"Password greeting removed for security reasons," I said.
"Password response removed for security reasons," said Daddy.
(The only reason Hana can hear the password is because we're the same person. If she were to use the password, though, I would have something to say. We're only SORT of the same person.)
"Oh good, it is you," I said, reassured.
"Yeeessss......" said Daddy.
"Where are you?" I asked.
"I'm... in the driver's seat..." said Daddy.
"I know that," I said, "But where are you? How far away are you?"
"Um, probably ten minutes... where are you?" said Daddy, sounding more confused by the second.
"Um, I'm with Hana... we're waiting for you... why?" Now I was getting confused.
"Oh!" said Daddy. "I thought you were with us!"
Hana and I died.
"All this time you thought we were with you?!" I said, as Hana and I shrieked with laughter.
"Yeah!" said Daddy. "I was wondering why it was so quiet. I thought you were hiding behind the seat or something. I've been looking in the mirror trying to see you."
Usually my family counts everyone before we leave. There are so many of us that we have to make sure we're not leaving anyone behind. I'm not sure what happened, but apparently nobody got counted that day, and Daddy left, thinking all the time that Hana and I were in the van, hiding behind the seats.
Maybe I should ask him how he thought we could FIT behind the seats.