Day 6: What’s an inside joke you have with someone?
The route of our family trip one summer took us through Roswell, New Mexico. I forget if we were coming out of a museum or a restaurant, but as we were turning back onto the road, we drove over a really high curb and it shook up the car pretty good. We pulled back into the parking lot to check for damage--I don't recall there being any to speak of--and continued on our way.
Ever since then, whenever any of us drives over a curb, we refer to it as a "Roswell."