The Van's Silent Passenger

A group of friends set out on a camping trip and counted nine heads. They remember it

like yesterday. Three rows, nine people total. But as soon as they got to the gas station,

something seemed off. The store clerk asked where y'all heading with a group

of ten. We replied it's only nine of us. He said the other one's in the back.

We laughed it off, didn't pay no mind. Got back to the van and did a headcount. We swapped seats

just to make sure. Nothing seemed unfamiliar. Every face was known, natural even. But just as we're

about to leave and brush it off, the clerk comes running out. Wait,

wait a minute, he shouts. I made a mistake. One of y'all stayed in the van the whole