Getting Happy

"Get in the car," he said.

So I got in the car.

"Put on your seatbelt," he said.

So I put on my seatbelt.

"What do you want?" he asked.

I told him I wanted a Happy Meal. He leaned out the window, then back in.

"Really? A Happy Meal?"

I nodded. A voice squawked through the speaker.

"HELLO, SIR?"

"Two Happy Meals," he said. "With extra Happy."

Then he laughed. My father was such a weirdo.

Story by:

Mel Bosworth

submitted at 5:21am

25 April 2009