The service area was located on a main highway leading to the beach. The station attendant was accustomed to seeing tired and sunburned occupants in the cars that pulled in to gas up.

When a rusty old station wagon containing a very tired looking couple and seven screaming children pulled into his station, the attendant tried to make small talk to cheer up the occupants.

“Hope you have a good day at the beach! Nice looking kids there,” he said. “Are they all yours or is this a picnic?”

Wearily, the wife, who was the driver, replied, “Yes they are all mine and no, this is NO picnic!”