One summer my mom’s parents told her and her siblings that they were going to go camping for the summer. They packed up all their stuff and drove and drove and drove. “Camping” ended up being a summer of picking fruit with a bunch of migrant workers. My mom said that it was one of the worst summers of her life, but she was very grateful that they were working for a nice Japanese family who served them homemade doughnuts every morning.
Have you ever experienced something so wrong that all you can do about it later is laugh? This must be of those incidents for my mom because every time she gets together with my aunt and this story comes up, all they do is laugh and laugh about the summer they were shanghaied. There is usually a lot of wine involved too.