little miss sunshine moment

at first, it wouldn't open. the sliding door to the back seats of our van wouldn't budge and slide. it got stuck. mother initially was pissed and verbally assailed on tingtong ("bantay ka sa imu papa!") for not having it fixed before the trip. we had to pass through the back door to get to the back seats.
but en route to aroma resort near bais in dumaguete from san carlos city, the door opened forcefully on its own volition! the roads must have done it -- they were bumpy and uneven and pockmarked. it must have been too much effort for our decade-old van. throughout the trip, we had to stop 7 times, or each time the door opened on its own. we lost track of the family convoy and had to depend on asking-for-directions.

i'm sure the door wanted to burst more than 7 times, but we got kuyang to lean his heavy feet against it to keep closed (see above). i already forgot how the little miss sunshine crew fixed theirs. but definitely, our broken-back-door moment reflected theirs. even mother, who was initially pissed, laughed away her high blood.

and i can hear devotchka in the background. :D