I was visiting my parents, and they wanted to go driving through the town where I was born. They moved to a new home shortly after my birth.
We come out of a side street to the major strip through town. My Mom looked to her right and saw this little motor-lodge. And she said, "hey look Dad, that is where we spent our first night here in _____. When you went for that interview." She then said how nice it was to be so far away from home and my 3 older brothers. They were left with grand parents while my Dad went for a more steady job 300 miles away from home.
Then I look across the street and saw the hospital. "Hey look Ma, that is where I spent my first night in _______!"
An awkward silence filled the car when we all did the mental math, between their stay in a cheap motor-lodge and my arrival, across the street from the scene of my conception.
"Oh."