Bob & Carol & Ted & Alex

On the bus to long-term, back from St. Barts, their fortnight marred by dad Bob’s constant office contact, the Baxters encountered another family, futilely searching for their car.

More fortunate but sullen, the Baxters soon located their SUV, stowed their gear, headed home.

Mom Carol tried deflecting the mood: “That poor family. Searching how long?”

“Two hours, the daughter told me,” said son Ted.

Carol: “At least Bob remembered where we parked.”

“Two hours! Dad didn’t spend two minutes with us in two weeks.”

Bob: “Thanks for your support, Alice.”

“Alice is your trashy secretary, Dad. I’m your daughter, Alex.”