MY WORST TRIP EVER! - (Revisiting an old Nightmare)

I have many wonderful and unforgettable memories from great trips I've made during my lifetime but, unfortunately, I cannot shake from my memory the very worst trip I ever took which happened exactly six years ago, back in November of 2016.

SERENITY NOW!

Seven horrible days in Los Angeles and San Diego with my father. 

The old man hogged the driving wheel during the entire trip even though he could barely drive because of his old age and he flatly refused to go anywhere else but the cheapie 99 cent stores where he would stay hours and hours, going slowly aisle by aisle while I just stood there, like a wax figure, motionless and unable to do anything.

The happiest moment came when I realized the end of the torture was coming near!

I never took a trip with him ever again. Mercifully, he died in 2018.

MY WORST HALLOWEEN NIGHTMARE!

 

Yes! It is no secret! I hate Brussels Sprouts!

WORST TRIP EVER!

 The trip I try to forget but keeps haunting my nightmares:

One week in Los Angeles with my decrepit old father, who still insisted on sitting at the driver's seat in spite of being obviously unfit to drive. The times we almost crashed, ran over pedestrians or hit stationary objects were too numerous to recount. And when I was not having a heart seizure inside the car, we were wandering aimlessly inside every 99 cent and bargain store the old man could find. 

I never went on another trip with him until he finally kicked the bucket.