> Here's my contribution. We once drove five hours with a guy who told us the > voltage of every transmission line we passed, based on counting the number > of insulators. This consisted of many phrases like "Wow, 10 insulators, > 50,000 volts!" > My dad would typically drive five hours to get anywhere. He did not like to ask for directions. My mother's sister used to take a house in the country (Chepatchit (sp) Connecticut) every summer. No matter where we were going on our family vacations we had to stop in Chepatchit. Even when going to Washington from New York. So when we got lost as we envitably did, we would say we were going "by way of Chepatchit"
As per John's story; My dad had a restaurant so on all vacations he would ask to see the kitchens of the nicer places we ate at. My dad was not a gormet, so when forced to comment on the quality of food in any restaurant we went to he would usually say "Too much corn starch". My mom on the other hand a single criteria for a successful vacation; the taste of the coffee. As in Q "How was your trip to Alaska Mom?" A "It was great. The coffee was terrific" or, Q "Did you enjoy going to London?" A "Those people do not know how to make coffee".
