I've blogged a bit about livestock and transportation. That's weird. But here I go again, blogging about cows on the train. No, not really.
I took the Salt Lake Express up to Blackfoot, Idaho this weekend for a baby blessing and to retrieve my family. I never mind paying someone else to drive, it's a great opportunity to relax. This trip wasn't much different. Except for the young BYU-Idaho student who thought it would be appropriate to air jam her entire playlist, exaggerated lip syncing and all. For. The. Entire. Trip. From the Salt Lake airport until Blackfoot, Idaho and beyond.
My older sister wisely suggested I engage in a lip sync battle, channeling my inner squad girl with Taylor Swift's "Shake It Off". No joy. The routine I had perfected failed to throw her off her groove. The only viable option was to wait for the opportune moment, open the back door to the passenger van, and bail. I was preparing my exit and a thought occurred to me. Why should I be the one to leave? She's the one who broke the rules of normal social behavior, not me. She should be the one to bail.
I hope she landed on a soft patch of sage brush...
