Convoy
My wonderful wife is getting excited for her trip to WPPI in sunny and beautiful Las Vegas. Each day, as the event draws closer, I see various conversations and arrangements being swapped via Twitter. One such exchange about the upcoming drive down south prompted a little lunch-time conversation and I attempted to make a joke that fell flat on the kitchen floor as it left my lips.
It went something like this:
- Her: They want to caravan down… what do you think?
- Me: Sure, sounds good.
- Her: What should I say?
- Me: Just tell everybody “it looks like we got us a convoy”!
(in my best trucker radio voice) - Her: …
- Me: …*eyebrows*
- Her: …
It seems my wife has never been exposed to this integral piece of Americana. This must be remedied immediately.
Thankfully, she married a born-and-bred road trip lovin’, CB totin’, truck stop loiterin’ yokel who knows of such things.
And so, for you my dear wife. The origin of the phrase “Looks like we got us a convoy”.
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