when I was young my family use to travel around in a camper that was wide and tall enough that people couldn’t see past it. My father wasn’t a speed demon, but he wasn’t a slow poke either. I remember a few times when we’d get stuck behind slow traffic and people would pass us thinking we were the cause of the traffic and at least once I remember seeing the other driver give my father the finger and then see the long line of cars ahead of us and slink back into line behind us.
The song was mentioned in an episode of Futurama, Fry met another guy who was frozen from his era. They agreed that the dance wasn’t as safe as the song made it sound.
I remember an episode of MASH where the whole camp got caught up with a mystery novel that BJ got through the mail only to discover that the last few pages of the novel was missing so they didn’t know who the murderer was.
I started using a fanny pack when I ended up in a wheel chair for a while and realized that everything kept falling out of my pockets while I was in it.
Where’s Bronte, wasn’t she suppose to camp out with him?