Another Random and Odd conversation;

“Mom, you would have been so proud of me. I walked the strip 14 million times without complaining too much AND when Shaun was sick the day we left, I was a big girl and carried the heavy bag. I didn’t complain at all. I took care of shit.”

“Good girl.”

“But then after the plane ride home and sitting for an hour in half behind a woman who thinks it’s OK to flop her seat in the reclining position on SOUTHWEST AIRLINES…Mom, seriously…it’s not OK to put your chair back on SWA because there is NO ROOM for the person behind you to move and I swear her head was in my lap! I’m 5’9. My knees dug into the back of the seat. She got the hint when I kneed her in the back. Anyway…I was talking about not complaining right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, about 3 steps from the bench to wait for our shuttle to the car, my hip gave out. Blammo. I was DONE. I couldn’t walk.”

“Oh god, Kris…it was your Sacareallyack.”

“Saca-really-ack? What is that?”

“You know that nerve in your back? Your Sacareallyack nerve.”

“You mean sciatic nerve?”

“Yeah. That’s it.”