I was a screaming kid...one time, on a vacation trip, dad remembered, about four hours into driving on the freeway, he heard my blood curdling scream from the back of the car...he thought something awful had happened, like maybe my brother socked me, or a bee flew in the car and stung me...he pulled the car over real quick and asked me what was the matter...I said,"Oh, I forgot my eyelash curler at home"(You know I just had to look beautiful on all vacation trips, and curly lashes were required)...
Poor dad, just rolled his eyes, and said he thought he could afford to buy me a new one, when we found a drugstore...Then I heard him mutter..."Damn goofy kid"...