Zach's parents looked over the edge of the Hoover Dam, marveling at how large it was. His mom looked over at him.
"Honey," she called, "get out of the car and come see this!" With a sigh, Zach stepped out of the purple minivan. My parents are so lame, he thought. I mean, come ON! The Hoover Dam? Why in the name of God did they think I'd want to come here when there are freaks crawling all over the place shouting, 'the aliens are here!' Zach's dad rolled his eyes.
"Zach, could you please stop listening to that CD player for two minutes, please?" Zach grunted and pushed the 'stop' button, placing the CD player on the edge of the dam. "Thank you," his dad said.
"Look over the edge, we're so high up! I'm so thrilled!" Zach's mom squealed. He poked his head over the edge.
"Wow, Mom, if I wanted that much excitement I could've stayed over at Andrew's and played UNO all week." His voice carried the same tone as a five-year-old girl at a baseball game: extremely bored.
"You know what, Zach?" His dad asked.
"No, what?"
"Someday you're going to thank us for bringing you to the Hoover Dam."
Yeah, right, Zach thought, plunking his elbow on the ledge and accidentally knocking his CD player off down the dam.
"Aww, no! Crap!" Zack shouted. "My Black Sabbath CD was in there!"
"I didn't know you had a Black Sabbath CD!"