I had given up focusing on the buildings and signs that were passing by. I was sitting in the back seat of my mother’s car when suddenly my sister demanded we solve one of life’s biggest mysteries.
“Val, I have a question!” Her face was scrunched, you could tell she was confused by something she had read as we passed it. “I don’t get it!”
“Don’t get what?” I glared over, not breaking my chin’s perch on my hand. “What’s your question?”
“Self-Storage!” She flustered, “Why would anyone want to store themselves? It makes no sense at all!”
I blinked for a moment. It took a second to register what was being said to me and I finally sighed, laughing, “No one is storing themselves any where.” And continued attempting to explain what she was actually seeing and apparently, reading in a literal manner.