Who Invited the Griswolds?

The last time DH and I were in D.C., we were getting ready to get on a Metro train to go somewhere (can't remember exactly where we were headed) and up comes this gaggle of middle school kids.

Great, I remember thinking. This ought to be a fun ride. Not.

The kids had no idea what they were doing and otherwise made nuisances of themselves, all a hundred or so of them. We finally got on the train, DH and I boarding last, just in time to hear the driver mutter under his breath, "Looks like we got a whole d--- train of Griswolds."

It became a catch-phrase for the hubby and I, whenever we were away from home witnessing stupidity and rudeness and so on firsthand.

This week on the beach, our hotel apparently had been headquarters for the Griswold reunion and we didn't know it ahead of time. Still had a great time... you either have to laugh or get frustrated. We chose to laugh.