He wanted this family vacation to work. It had such potential too: a camping weekend in the woods next to a picturesque lake, just the four of them.
Less than an hour in, the fire ants appeared. Then came the swarm of Asian hornets. Their only reprieve was treading half-submerged in that lake which was as frigid as it was slimy. A surprise thunderstorm was the final nail in the coffin.
They sat half-naked in the parking lot of a vaguely cheap motel, huddled around a makeshift fire while roasting marshmallows.
Dad had lost it. And who could blame him?
The Weekday One Hundred 