Two vans filled with innocent, unassuming children. One dark and stormy night. Minus the storm. But it had rained earlier that day. A one and a half hour car ride home from the glorious funland known as “King’s Dominion.” Separated from one another before they’ve even left the parking lot, the first van pulls to the side, allowing vehicle after vehicle to pass. With a sigh of relief, the first driver watches the second van pull into view. The second driver passes the first. Terror sets in as he waits for the first driver to pull back in from the side of the road.

Then it happens. The small but trusty walky talky at his side chimes in, with the other driver’s voice calling out in urgency through the bad reception: “We’re stuck.”

The side doors of the foremost van fling open to reveal a scrawny, teenage boy with dashing good looks and a keen sense of adventure. But what he isn’t expecting as he leaps from the van… is THE SUCKING MUD-PIT OF DOOM!!

Ok, perhaps not the best concept for a horror movie…… but it was true! When someone was drawing up the plans for the King’s Dominion parking lot, they clearly forgot to remove those annoying mudpits by the side of the road. I mean come on, when you’ve got to pull over and you haven’t even left the parking lot yet, no one wants to get their wheels jammed in one of those annoying things. You can’t even tell they’re there!

From the moment that scrawny boy’s feet sank ten inches beneath the surface of what seemed to be an ordinary patch of grass, to the moment he pulled them back out, it seemed to be just that: an ordinary patch of grass. I mean how was I supposed to tell it was muddy under there? It’s not like there’s usually mud under grass!! Besides, it’s not like I saw the first van get stuck in the mud and could then assume that it wouldn’t be muddy right where I jumped out!

Ok, maybe I’m exaggerating a bit. I probably should have reasoned that I would be jumping into a mudpit, but it’s not like that happens everyday, ya know.

Well, at least I was able to hold on to my pride. Even after we freed the imprisoned vehicle, and I had to remove my shoes before I could get back in the van… But that still leaves the nagging question: Who’s the moron who invented mudpits, anyway?