Illegal Lemons

My grandparents took a travel-trailer trip to California recently. Most of the trip to California was pretty normal... at least, what normal people would consider normal. The trip back was more inline with what *my* family considers normal.

It started with a broken axel. Most folks would consider this a big deal, but my grandparents didn't even notice. They got flagged down by a passing motorist who asked them, "Did you know your travel-trailer only has three tires?"

Grandpa refused to go back for the missing tire. Instead, he over-inflated the remaining tire on that side until the trailer was sitting level. Then they hit the highway again.

This is typical "McClung Travel" thinking. As long as you reach your destination with at least half of your vehicle, you're good.

When they got home, my dad went over to help them get unloaded. Grandma happily informed him that they had fresh lemons hidden under the bed of the truck. This was necessary, since they wern't allowed to carry fresh fruit across state lines.

Grandpa denied this claim. Dad found the sack simply sitting in the bed of the truck, in plain site.

My gramma, the illicit lemon smuggler. That sounds like a good name for a crime drama, now that I think about it...