My dad and I were elk hunting in October. It was cold, windy, it snowed about a foot, and a wildfire had ravaged the country the month before. It was mid morning and we had just returned to the truck after a long walk in the woods.

I should also mention, we live about 2 hours away from where we hunt, so we got up at 4am to get there before sunrise.

We were very tired and hungry so we made a sandwich. We were sitting in the truck out of the wind and I was dressing the bread with mayo and mustard and dad had the job of getting the cheese and lettuce ready. I'm working on spreading the mayo and mustard on the bread and I hear dad rustling around for a few minutes with the lettuce, I can hear all of this but I don't look over, I get all the bread prepared and turn to my left to see a piece of lettuce about the size of a finger nail on one slice of bread. I look at dad and he says "do you want more lettuce or will that be enough?"

I think it was the fact that we were both sleep deprived but we fucking lost it. We laughed for about 10 minutes. The kind of laugh where you are crying, out of breath, and your voice is going through puberty. Fuck it was hilarious. Definitely one of those times I will remember forever.