Brothers

Traveling with somebody can be a very good test of a relationship. I learned this in my recent travelings of Central America with my brother. On the whole we got along very well. There were speed bumps, hiccups if you will, but in general I though that the trip made us stronger brothers. Maybe I was wrong. This morning some of us went to Tim Horton’s (it’s a Canadian thing) for breakfast sandwiches. They’re like McDonald’s breakfast sandwiches but on a tea biscuit or some damn thing. Anyway, my brother was ahead of me in line and I heard him order something special, so I asked him, “Did you just order something special?” and he replied, “It’s a secret.” I thought he was joking so I went along. “Oh, you’re not going to tell me your secret?” I said jokingly, but then he actually didn’t. It turned out he was getting his breakfast sandwich on a croissant because it’s better, and refused to tell me so that I couldn’t get one! That little son of a bitch (sorry Mom, and on Mother’s Day too…) wanted the croissant experience all to himself. I’ve decided to go over our whole C.A. trip in my mind to see if I can think of any other examples of selfishness or jerkitude that he perpetrated on me without my realizing, and if I do, he’s getting a swirlee to end all swirlees.