"Horses on my side!" Tracey pointed out "Yitch Yitch! 20 points!"
"Yep, you're killin' it," I responded.
"Oh no! Not another cemetery on your side!" Tracey said with snicker, "You're back to zero."
We were in the car, on a road trip to Buffalo. We had already gone around the dial a few times in Name that tune. Victor unclear (ok - it was Tracey, it's always Tracey - it's the early 70's tunes knowledge).
Yitch Yitch was another game we were playing. I'm not really sure of the rules. It's a game Tracey's father made up for her family when they were on a road trip. The rules seem awfully flexible to me. I mean, what the hell is "Yitch yitch," anyways?
"I think broken out windows should be minus 20 points," Tracey stated, she was practically rubbing her hands together in anticipation of the slaughter coming my way. There were several on both sides of the road. "And, there is a log cabin on my side, too! That's another 20 points!"
"Well I think broken down houses should be minus 50 points!" I exclaimed, pointing at one on her side.
"Ok," Tracey agreed. We drove along, chatting, eating popcorn and talking about my family drama.
"Oof - is that two broken down houses on your side?" Tracey winced.
"Yep, game over, I admit defeat." I gave her a chocolate covered caramel for her conquest.
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