The gas station was located on a main highway leading to the beach so the pump attendant was accustomed to seeing tired and sunburned occupants in the cars that pulled in to fill up.
When a rusty old station wagon containing a very tired looking couple and seven screaming children pulled into his station, the attendant tried small talk to cheer the occupants.
“Hope you had a good day at the beach! Nice looking kids there. Are they all yours or is this a picnic?”
Wearily, the driver relied, “Yes, they are all mine, and it is NO picnic!”