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| ok my vacation WAS THE WORST!!!!!!! My friend's family had invited me to go to Lake Havasue in Arizona with them... so my parents said yes so it was me, her, her, parents and her three brothers.... The trip there went fine.. but we got there and we went to these cliffs out in the middle of the lake well everyone else was jumping off so I jumped and I did a flip well on my way down I hit a HUGE rock and cracked my head open and broke my arm... They rushed me to the emergency room and I had to get a cast that went all the way up to my shoulder and just had a huge bump on the back of my head.... needless to say I had a really sucky week after that... then I tried to tan LOL with my cast and so when that came off it was WHITE..... but the rest of the vacation was pretty fun.. we shaved one of my friend's brothers heads completely bald LOL it was fun.. but when I got home my parents were like flipping out when I told them what happened...... Annie ... Date of vacation.. July 2004 - |
| I went to spain with my nan and my friend sam on the first day we got into our cozzies and went swimming it was about six oclock when we got out and my nan said there was a show on so me and sam went on our own it was about two oclock in the morning when we got back and it was so dark we could not see a thing so we just gessed which appartment we were in but then we remembered that my nan said she would keep the patio door open so as we walk where the patio doors were we saw that one was open as we walked in to the room we could not find my nan then we saw the bathroom light was on and we went to look in there we were to scared to split up because it was so dark so as we walked in to the bath room we saw a woman with a green face from a face mask and she was washing her bum in the bum washer i dont know who was more scared. - |
| In Sept of 2003 I flew down to Las Vegas to see my Grandparents that lived in AZ. We had the whole week planned we were going to spend a few days in Vegas at the stratusphere and then drive down to AZ. From there we were going to go to Laughland, NV and Lake Havasu, AZ - check out the London Bridge and go water sking. Sound pretty fun and exciting right? Well, we spent the few days in Vegas, it was really nice, we were going to go to a show but my Grandpa wasn't feeling to well so I just went down stairs and gambled for a little while instead. I was just happy to be with my Grandparents so I was just happy to be there. A couple days later we drove to AZ and hung out at my Grandparents house. My Grandfather told me to start working on his boat so that we can take it out, I was all about that, later on that night we went to Laughlan, NV and was there for a couple of hours. On the way home my Grandfather was having problems breathing, I asked him if he was alright and he said he would be fine. We arrived home and as my Grandma was checking her answering machine my Grandfather called for her in a panic. Of course I stopped what I was doing and ran into the other room and asked him if he was alright. He shook his head no, and then I asked if I needed to call 911, once again he shook his head no... I looked at him and his eyes were starting to pop out, his lips were turning blue, and he was loosing color in his face. At this point I picked up the phone and called 911. My grandparents lived in the middle of the desert in the middle of nowhere, although they did have neighbors the closest hospital was half an hour away. I then left my grandma with my grandpa and ran for help. The ambalance finally came and took him to Needles, CA where they informed me and my Grandma that my Grandfather may not live through the night and they were transporting him to Las Vegas, NV. So, we jumped in the car and drove to Vegas. At our arrival, I talked to the security gaurd at the hospital and demanded that my grandma could see my grandfather. While Grandma was with Grandpa I was walking the streets of Vegas looking for a vacant hotel which I couldn't find. Went to every casino on the strip and off the strip. Finally I found this Ghetto hotel. Sheets wern't clean, bugs in the bed, locks didn't work... But it was a place to sleep $99 a night. Sleeping in the truck was out of the question because it was like 120 degrees outside. That whole week, we spent at the hospital, all of the family ended up in Vegas sitting by my grandfather. My grandfather was finally doing better and told me to go home. Because I had to return to work the next day. I asked him if he was sure, he said he'd be fine and go home. So, I was getting ready for my flight and on the news they said that there was a plane crash (Like 2 hours before my flight) I get to the airport board my plane fly to Portland, OR and go to my friends house. I finally get to bed and fall asleep, my cell phone rings. It's my brother he is on the phone crying. I asked what's wrong and he says "Grandpa Died" I was like your not funny man! So, I jumped in my car first thing in the morning picked up my sister from school (Both my parents where out of town) Dropped by work and explained to them the situation. And drove back to AZ. Get down to AZ and there is a big family fued going on, my Great Aunt (Grandpa's sister) Almost hit my mom, my brother almost kicked my Great Aunts Butt, my Grandma was confused, everyone was emotional. My father had to do the services, while my Great Aunt was shooting him dirty looks. Finally when all that was over, My brother and I started home... It's like a 20 hour drive so it's a lot of driving so, we stopped in the Bay Area, CA to see family and to get a driving break. Then the next morning we started driving again. Both of us had been through so much! I was following my father and it looked like his tire blew so I had to have him stop at a busy Highway -- while pulling out I was almost killed by a semi truck. The bad vacation doesn't end here guys it only gets worst. My bro and I finally cross the Oregon border and I drive through this cloud of dirt/smoke... Then on my left hand side I see this body over the gaurd rale.. (The radio was playing "Let the bodies hit the floor") At this point I had been through so much that I thought that it was my imagination... my bro says pull over! Pull over there is a dead body on the road!!!! I said you seen that too? I pull over my brother jumps out of the car... Runs over to the scene and then runs back to me and says Jen its bad -- you know more medical stuff than I do I need your help. I then run over to the scene... There is a person in the car and another on the road! (DOA) I look at the one of the road, she was decaped the one in the car was still alive... After the emergency vehicles arrived we started home again, and I returned to work the next day, and wouldn't you know it. Some dude tried to commit suicide in the parking lot and my boss died. At this time I was singing another one bites the dust! Anyways that was my "Vacation" Started out as a really relaxing time into a very stressfull time. But it is a vacation that I will never forget that is for sure. - |
| Okay....I usually go on vacation and something always goes wrong, like for an example my 21st birthday I fell down some stairs and screwed up my shoulder, ended up having surgery on it and to this day have problems with it, and check this out I wasn't even drunk! I hadn't even drank yet... but this next story I'm about to tell you beats all. - |
| Last summer I went camping in the mountians with my mom. We had a fairly normal vacation until the second last day when we decided to go trail riding. We got a man and his nephew to guide us on mountian trails. The ride was going well and we were all having fun but my saddle kept on slipping off to the side. I told the man but he just said it was fine. Near the end of the ride he said we could gallop if we liked and i agreed. Once my horse got going really fast my saddel started slipping off to the side so i couldn't stop the horse. The saddel went almost upside down and I got thrown off the horse. I was rushed to emergency to find that all of my vertabre were dispositioned. I spent the last day of the trip bedriden in my family's RV. The ride home was 12 hours long and was exremely painful to endure. I'm still in physio therapy to fix my back but thankfully this experiance hasn't scarred me for life, next year I'm planning on riding again. - |
| One day me my mom and dad were going bowling for my birthday of course we got stuck in traffic and a man came to the window and shot my dad through the stomach my dad's a polic so he had on a armor suite but it still hit underneath and he died now i live with my step dad and my mom. - |
| Well, one summer I spent June and July with my uncle and his family up in Nevada. About halfway through my vacation there, we all went camping up in the sticks, all seven of us. We set up our tents, got wood for the fire, and then decided to go for a eight mile hike up into the mountains. Now I'm thinking there will be beautiful scenery, lots of trees, and a slight chance to see a dear or something. Once we got about two miles into the hike, a lizard of some sort fell from a tree onto me while we were walking up a path, so I freaked out and started screaming as my cousin Matt tried to get the lizard off me. Shortly after, we had to hike up a path that was made of sand and the path was going up a really steep hill, so we had to hold onto this root of a tree to make it up the path. Then right after that we ran out of water, so by that time we were only three maybe for miles on the hike, and it was scorching hot outside, even though we had shade from the trees. But after that we thought it'd be okay because the sun was starting to set and the air was becoming breezy. We finally made it back to the camp site and crashed after a long day of driving to the site, pitching tents, and hiking in the heat. I passed out, but ended up waking up around midnight because I needed to pee really badly. So I woke my cousin Kiki up and begged her to walk with me down the path to the bathroom area. She finally agreed after a few minutes and we headed to the bathrooms. Once we got in there I realized there were no doors or curtains for privacy in the stalls, but I had to pee so bad I didn't care so I just did my business. Right as I was flushing the toilet, Kiki starts screaming so I run out of the stall and ask her why she's screaming and she frantically points underneath the sinks in the bathroom. There stood a big, big mother raccoon and she was MAD. This raccoon was hissing and making really threatening sounds, so Kiki and I just ran. We ran all the way back to our tent area and we're like "it's okay now, we're safe" but THEN we notice everyone in our tenting area is hiding behind some trees and motioning for us to come over there, so we start to walk over there and there's a BEAR snooping around inside our tent! We started screaming again and ran behind a parked RV in someone else's camping lot. After a half hour of waiting for the woodland ranger to show up, he finally comes and scares the bear away with a blowhorn. The bear didn't damage anything in the tent, but none of us wanted to go back to sleep for the rest of the night. By the end of the trip, everyone vowed never to go camping again. - Michelle Vaughn - |
| My bad vacation story happened when we were coming back to Texas from my grandfather's funeral in Illinois. It was me, my husband, my mom and my dad in a Subaru station wagon. We decided to leave Illinois around midnight and drive all night to get back to Texas so it would be cooler and there would be less traffic. We were about 25 miles outside of Joplin, Missouri when the transmission goes out on the car. It's like 2 in the morning and there's NO traffic and no buildings in sight. We sat on the side of the highway for like 2 hours. Every once in a while someone would drive by and stop to see if we needed help. I was petrified whoever stopped would be dangerous so I wouldn't let my husband go with them when they asked if he wanted them to take him to the next town. Finally a trucker stopped and said he would call the police on his CB radio. The police finally came and called us a cab. $65 later we are all in Joplin Missouri. By this time it's like 6 in the morning. We finally found a room at the "by the hour" motel. There was a convention in town that weekend so there weren't many rooms available. It was Sunday. There are no garages open there on Sunday. So Monday we finally found a garage that was open but they didn't have the parts we needed for a Subaru. 3 days later we finally were able to get the parts. My father-in-law drove from Texas to Missouri to help my husband fix the car. We drove back to Texas. After 4 days in Missouri. I ended up losing my job because they didn't believe me when I told them what happened. That car was retired soon after that trip. - Laurie - |
| Ok..every year me and my family go down to Florida to visit our relatives. One year was the worst year of all..All in the same week of visiting I had done two thing horribly wrong. First I practically almosted drownd.Heres how it goes. My mom told me not to play around the pool in my grandparents Backyard, but knowing me I didnt listen. I was playing with my new bouncy ball from the store. Ofcourse, it bounced in the pool. And knowing me it was right near the edge, and I tried to get it. The second I lost my balance I knew I was going in. Well when I did I was screaming my lungs off. I was only 6 years old at the time. Well while everybody was in the house I got hold of the legge. Noone ever knew I had to use all my strength to get out of that pool. If anyone knew I knew I woule get my butt spanked..LoL. - |
| We have had some freaky vacations but this one was the worst!!!Last year my mom, dad, brother, grandma, and I went on a cruise. We went to a lot of different places in Mexico like Grand Cayman Islands. But it wasn't smooth sailing the whole way and some places were not safe to go at the time because of the weather. So instead of going to a nice, warm place in Mexico we went to Belize. From the pictures I saw in Travel Magazines Belize was a nice place to go and my family was actually planning to go there one day. When we got there my family and I got off the boat and it was a mess. Did you know that Belize is a poor country? We didn't! So while we were there we tried to make the best of it. First there were people welling through this metal fence at us trying to sell us things like vacations there and things they made themselves. And it wasn't just us they were trying to sell things to it was all of the tourist from our ship. We got to the door of the fence and crossed through to see what people were selling at the stands. I bought a little doll there for about a dollar. The whole time we were looking around people were after us to sells things there was even this one lady who kept touching my hair and asking if she could braid it for money. I kept saying no and I was really scared and my mom and dad were protecting my brother and I. By that time we have had enough of this so we looked for a good taxi to bring us to a beach. But we did not know that Belize did not have any beaches. So we got in some guys car and told home to drive us to the nearest beach, he was obviously a local so he knew there were not any beaches in Belize. He drove us to what looked like the nearest dump instead. But on our way there on the side of the road there were all sorts of sights like pregnant girls and weird stuff I did not actually see but my mom told me about. When we got to the ''beach'' / dump the man asked us for $40 but he had only drove us a mile away to a cruddy place so my dad asked him to drive us back. My dad was in front the whole time and I was so scared that he was going to get hurt. The car was also going very fast and very close to other cars and there were not even enough seats for all of us so we shared a seat. That scared my too. We finally got back to the place with the metal fence and we all rushed out of the car. My dad paired him only $10 though and he settled. We got back on the ship and told someone what had happened and they asked for the drivers name but we didn't know so we let that go. Although we all still have a horrible memory of Belize. I will never forget that vacation. - |
| In the summer of 2004 my family went on a vacation. By family I mean my parents, brother, sister, grandma, and cousin. My dad had bought an RV just for the trip. As we made our way south towards Vegas we ran out of gas just outside of Bakersfield. Luckily we had AAA but it took them at least an hour to get us gas. It turned out the gas guage was off. Right before we headed into the mojave desert our generator stopped running-it ran the air conditioning. This was in June, hot doesn't begin to describe it. Soon we were within an hour of Lake Powell which was our destination. This is when the brakes decided to go out. So we sat in a little town for a couple hours while the RV got brakes so we could make the last hour of our trip. When we got to lake powell the plan was to stay in a house boat for a week. The water at the lake was 100 feet below normal. That made it very difficult to "park" the boat anywhere, the wind didn't help it either. The second day we were there we were having difficulties getting the boat off the rocks. We didn't want to catch the propeller on the rocks. So me and my sister got out to push the very heavy boat away from the rocks. Once it was far enough we swam to the back of the boat where there was an area to get onto the boat. As I was holding onto the back about ready to get into the boat my dad decided to rev the engine because he had gotten close to the rocks again. I could litterally feel my legs getting pulled toward the propeller and felt the rush of water near my legs. I screamed my head off to get my dad to stop. When he did my mom helped me up and I was shaking from being so scared. No, it did not get better. The third day there was a huge storm and we had to go back to the marina to tie up so we wouldn't be blown around. So after that night we decided we had had enough of the house boat. We spent the next few nights in a nearby hotel. Then we headed off to Vegas to visit our family that lives there. I was not 21 at the time so it wasn't too exciting for me. However, one night I was with my sister walking around at the casino and she had a panic attack. I have no idea why or how but she did. The paramedics had to come and calm her down. Mostly the rest of the trip was uneventful, but the stress caused us to fight. I would say this was one vacation we were glad to come home from. It was certainly memerable. - |
| I evacuated for hurricane Ivan last year, because I used to live in New Orleans. Well, anyway, I was driving back in my car, and my tire exploded. literally. My car went into a ditch and flipped over! Thank God I survived. And thank God I had taken so much stuff with me, so that I was kind of cushioned when I flipped over. Lucky, huh? Chris Once I was at my grandmother's house in Plymouth, Mass., for the the fourth of July weekend. Everything was going fine until we were getting ready to go to the big parade. My dad saw this "paper bag" in my grandfather's car. My mom said "No way" and went to check it out. She was wrong, no doubt, and discovered some guy in his twenties with a hangover in the front seat. So she started freaking out and screaming to my grandmother on the balcony, "THERE'S A MAN IN THE CAR!! CALL THE POLICE!!" and my grandmother, being completely oblivious, goes, "Who do I call?" The story lives on in our family to this day. - |
| I went to Fort Island Beach in FL. And I met these two really hot guys from KT and TN, one was 17 the other was 19, we talked for a little while and we got to know each other. After about 2 hours in the water we went to the pier. The 17 year old guy liked me(i knew this for a fact) and we walked about 1/4 of a mile to the pier. And what we did on the pier ALONE......NOTHING!!!!! ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!!!! How gay is that?? But to make things worse i didn't get their numbers. i WAS ON THE BEACH WHEN A TORNADO HIT AND WE HAD TO STAY ON THE BEACH. MY SISTER ALMOST GOT BLOWN AWAY. Ok, Well me and my girls were all going to take a road trip to Cali. We decided that if we all pitched in we would have enough. Well it was about a month after I got my first car and we went. I was driving down the interstate and must not have been paying attention because I got my first ticket. The officer said that I was going to fast. I tried flirting with the officer, but that didn't work and one of my friends was in the backseat videotaping me. I told the officer I was sorry and he gave me the ticket and left. When we got to Oregon my car broke down. We didn't even have enough for the rental. We decided that it would be better if we just went home, we used all of our money for the car and went home. I dropped everyone off and went home. I forgot my keys in my car and couldn't get in my house. So I had to climb into my window and foundd the place trashed. So yeah my vacation was just awesome! - |
| In Sept of 2003 I flew down to Las Vegas to see my Grandparents that lived in AZ. We had the whole week planned we were going to spend a few days in Vegas at the stratusphere and then drive down to AZ. From there we were going to go to Laughland, NV and Lake Havasu, AZ - check out the London Bridge and go water sking. Sound pretty fun and exciting right? Well, we spent the few days in Vegas, it was really nice, we were going to go to a show but my Grandpa wasn't feeling to well so I just went down stairs and gambled for a little while instead. I was just happy to be with my Grandparents so I was just happy to be there. A couple days later we drove to AZ and hung out at my Grandparents house. My Grandfather told me to start working on his boat so that we can take it out, I was all about that, later on that night we went to Laughlan, NV and was there for a couple of hours. On the way home my Grandfather was having problems breathing, I asked him if he was alright and he said he would be fine. We arrived home and as my Grandma was checking her answering machine my Grandfather called for her in a panic. Of course I stopped what I was doing and ran into the other room and asked him if he was alright. He shook his head no, and then I asked if I needed to call 911, once again he shook his head no... I looked at him and his eyes were starting to pop out, his lips were turning blue, and he was loosing color in his face. At this point I picked up the phone and called 911. My grandparents lived in the middle of the desert in the middle of nowhere, although they did have neighbors the closest hospital was half an hour away. I then left my grandma with my grandpa and ran for help. The ambalance finally came and took him to Needles, CA where they informed me and my Grandma that my Grandfather may not live through the night and they were transporting him to Las Vegas, NV. So, we jumped in the car and drove to Vegas. At our arrival, I talked to the security gaurd at the hospital and demanded that my grandma could see my grandfather. While Grandma was with Grandpa I was walking the streets of Vegas looking for a vacant hotel which I couldn't find. Went to every casino on the strip and off the strip. Finally I found this Ghetto hotel. Sheets wern't clean, bugs in the bed, locks didn't work... But it was a place to sleep $99 a night. Sleeping in the truck was out of the question because it was like 120 degrees outside. That whole week, we spent at the hospital, all of the family ended up in Vegas sitting by my grandfather. My grandfather was finally doing better and told me to go home. Because I had to return to work the next day. I asked him if he was sure, he said he'd be fine and go home. So, I was getting ready for my flight and on the news they said that there was a plane crash (Like 2 hours before my flight) I get to the airport board my plane fly to Portland, OR and go to my friends house. I finally get to bed and fall asleep, my cell phone rings. It's my brother he is on the phone crying. I asked what's wrong and he says "Grandpa Died" I was like your not funny man! So, I jumped in my car first thing in the morning picked up my sister from school (Both my parents where out of town) Dropped by work and explained to them the situation. And drove back to AZ. Get down to AZ and there is a big family fued going on, my Great Aunt (Grandpa's sister) Almost hit my mom, my brother almost kicked my Great Aunts Butt, my Grandma was confused, everyone was emotional. My father had to do the services, while my Great Aunt was shooting him dirty looks. Finally when all that was over, My brother and I started home... It's like a 20 hour drive so it's a lot of driving so, we stopped in the Bay Area, CA to see family and to get a driving break. Then the next morning we started driving again. Both of us had been through so much! I was following my father and it looked like his tire blew so I had to have him stop at a busy Highway -- while pulling out I was almost killed by a semi truck. The bad vacation doesn't end here guys it only gets worst. My bro and I finally cross the Oregon border and I drive through this cloud of dirt/smoke... Then on my left hand side I see this body over the gaurd rale.. (The radio was playing "Let the bodies hit the floor") At this point I had been through so much that I thought that it was my imagination... my bro says pull over! Pull over there is a dead body on the road!!!! I said you seen that too? I pull over my brother jumps out of the car... Runs over to the scene and then runs back to me and says Jen its bad -- you know more medical stuff than I do I need your help. I then run over to the scene... There is a person in the car and another on the road! (DOA) I look at the one of the road, she was decaped the one in the car was still alive... After the emergency vehicles arrived we started home again, and I returned to work the next day, and wouldn't you know it. Some dude tried to commit suicide in the parking lot and my boss died. At this time I was singing another one bites the dust! Anyways that was my "Vacation" Started out as a really relaxing time into a very stressfull time. But it is a vacation that I will never forget that is for sure. - |
| Okay....I usually go on vacation and something always goes wrong, like for an example my 21st birthday I fell down some stairs and screwed up my shoulder, ended up having surgery on it and to this day have problems with it, and check this out I wasn't even drunk! I hadn't even drank yet... but this next story I'm about to tell you beats all. - |
| Last summer I went camping in the mountians with my mom. We had a fairly normal vacation until the second last day when we decided to go trail riding. We got a man and his nephew to guide us on mountian trails. The ride was going well and we were all having fun but my saddle kept on slipping off to the side. I told the man but he just said it was fine. Near the end of the ride he said we could gallop if we liked and i agreed. Once my horse got going really fast my saddel started slipping off to the side so i couldn't stop the horse. The saddel went almost upside down and I got thrown off the horse. I was rushed to emergency to find that all of my vertabre were dispositioned. I spent the last day of the trip bedriden in my family's RV. The ride home was 12 hours long and was exremely painful to endure. I'm still in physio therapy to fix my back but thankfully this experiance hasn't scarred me for life, next year I'm planning on riding again. - |
| Well, one summer I spent June and July with my uncle and his family up in Nevada. About halfway through my vacation there, we all went camping up in the sticks, all seven of us. We set up our tents, got wood for the fire, and then decided to go for a eight mile hike up into the mountains. Now I'm thinking there will be beautiful scenery, lots of trees, and a slight chance to see a dear or something. Once we got about two miles into the hike, a lizard of some sort fell from a tree onto me while we were walking up a path, so I freaked out and started screaming as my cousin Matt tried to get the lizard off me. Shortly after, we had to hike up a path that was made of sand and the path was going up a really steep hill, so we had to hold onto this root of a tree to make it up the path. Then right after that we ran out of water, so by that time we were only three maybe for miles on the hike, and it was scorching hot outside, even though we had shade from the trees. But after that we thought it'd be okay because the sun was starting to set and the air was becoming breezy. We finally made it back to the camp site and crashed after a long day of driving to the site, pitching tents, and hiking in the heat. I passed out, but ended up waking up around midnight because I needed to pee really badly. So I woke my cousin Kiki up and begged her to walk with me down the path to the bathroom area. She finally agreed after a few minutes and we headed to the bathrooms. Once we got in there I realized there were no doors or curtains for privacy in the stalls, but I had to pee so bad I didn't care so I just did my business. Right as I was flushing the toilet, Kiki starts screaming so I run out of the stall and ask her why she's screaming and she frantically points underneath the sinks in the bathroom. There stood a big, big mother raccoon and she was MAD. This raccoon was hissing and making really threatening sounds, so Kiki and I just ran. We ran all the way back to our tent area and we're like "it's okay now, we're safe" but THEN we notice everyone in our tenting area is hiding behind some trees and motioning for us to come over there, so we start to walk over there and there's a BEAR snooping around inside our tent! We started screaming again and ran behind a parked RV in someone else's camping lot. After a half hour of waiting for the woodland ranger to show up, he finally comes and scares the bear away with a blowhorn. The bear didn't damage anything in the tent, but none of us wanted to go back to sleep for the rest of the night. By the end of the trip, everyone vowed never to go camping again. - Michelle Vaughn - |
| This story may be kinda boring to you, but it was funny when it happened. I am 22 years old and this happened on my 21 b-day.Me and a bunch of my friends we were walking on the streets of Las vegus.We were so lost and did not know where to go,well after like 2 hours of walking we bumped into a slut!I meen a real slut the ones that get money to have sex!And the girl,her name was Genie, she looked at me for a sec.and then she litterily jumped on me!She took off all her clothes and like just kinda humped me!!!!!!! I was so helpless, but to my amassment my cousin grabbed her and threw her on the ground and he yelled:''AND DON'T EVER FUCK MY COUSIN AGAIN, IF ANYONE IS GOING TO FUCK HER ITS GOING BE ME!!!!!!'' It was like a nightmare!Then the slut got up and slapped my cusin!She said:''WHAT ABOUT THAT TIME WE HAD TOGETHER!!!???DID THAT MEEN NOTHING TO YOU!!!!????'' I did not remember EVER fuckenn or seeing that girl ever in my life!Well, after that whole crap ended we went to a strip bar and I had sex with one of the stripers in my hotel room...and the best part was that i was the only one who got laid that night.... - |
| My bad vacation story happened when we were coming back to Texas from my grandfather's funeral in Illinois. It was me, my husband, my mom and my dad in a Subaru station wagon. We decided to leave Illinois around midnight and drive all night to get back to Texas so it would be cooler and there would be less traffic. We were about 25 miles outside of Joplin, Missouri when the transmission goes out on the car. It's like 2 in the morning and there's NO traffic and no buildings in sight. We sat on the side of the highway for like 2 hours. Every once in a while someone would drive by and stop to see if we needed help. I was petrified whoever stopped would be dangerous so I wouldn't let my husband go with them when they asked if he wanted them to take him to the next town. Finally a trucker stopped and said he would call the police on his CB radio. The police finally came and called us a cab. $65 later we are all in Joplin Missouri. By this time it's like 6 in the morning. We finally found a room at the "by the hour" motel. There was a convention in town that weekend so there weren't many rooms available. It was Sunday. There are no garages open there on Sunday. So Monday we finally found a garage that was open but they didn't have the parts we needed for a Subaru. 3 days later we finally were able to get the parts. My father-in-law drove from Texas to Missouri to help my husband fix the car. We drove back to Texas. After 4 days in Missouri. I ended up losing my job because they didn't believe me when I told them what happened. That car was retired soon after that trip. - Laurie - |
| Ok..every year me and my family go down to Florida to visit our relatives. One year was the worst year of all..All in the same week of visiting I had done two thing horribly wrong. First I practically almosted drownd.Heres how it goes. My mom told me not to play around the pool in my grandparents Backyard, but knowing me I didnt listen. I was playing with my new bouncy ball from the store. Ofcourse, it bounced in the pool. And knowing me it was right near the edge, and I tried to get it. The second I lost my balance I knew I was going in. Well when I did I was screaming my lungs off. I was only 6 years old at the time. Well while everybody was in the house I got hold of the legge. Noone ever knew I had to use all my strength to get out of that pool. If anyone knew I knew I woule get my butt spanked..LoL. - |
| We have had some freaky vacations but this one was the worst!!!Last year my mom, dad, brother, grandma, and I went on a cruise. We went to a lot of different places in Mexico like Grand Cayman Islands. But it wasn't smooth sailing the whole way and some places were not safe to go at the time because of the weather. So instead of going to a nice, warm place in Mexico we went to Belize. From the pictures I saw in Travel Magazines Belize was a nice place to go and my family was actually planning to go there one day. When we got there my family and I got off the boat and it was a mess. Did you know that Belize is a poor country? We didn't! So while we were there we tried to make the best of it. First there were people welling through this metal fence at us trying to sell us things like vacations there and things they made themselves. And it wasn't just us they were trying to sell things to it was all of the tourist from our ship. We got to the door of the fence and crossed through to see what people were selling at the stands. I bought a little doll there for about a dollar. The whole time we were looking around people were after us to sells things there was even this one lady who kept touching my hair and asking if she could braid it for money. I kept saying no and I was really scared and my mom and dad were protecting my brother and I. By that time we have had enough of this so we looked for a good taxi to bring us to a beach. But we did not know that Belize did not have any beaches. So we got in some guys car and told home to drive us to the nearest beach, he was obviously a local so he knew there were not any beaches in Belize. He drove us to what looked like the nearest dump instead. But on our way there on the side of the road there were all sorts of sights like pregnant girls and weird stuff I did not actually see but my mom told me about. When we got to the ''beach'' / dump the man asked us for $40 but he had only drove us a mile away to a cruddy place so my dad asked him to drive us back. My dad was in front the whole time and I was so scared that he was going to get hurt. The car was also going very fast and very close to other cars and there were not even enough seats for all of us so we shared a seat. That scared my too. We finally got back to the place with the metal fence and we all rushed out of the car. My dad paired him only $10 though and he settled. We got back on the ship and told someone what had happened and they asked for the drivers name but we didn't know so we let that go. Although we all still have a horrible memory of Belize. I will never forget that vacation. - |
| In the summer of 2004 my family went on a vacation. By family I mean my parents, brother, sister, grandma, and cousin. My dad had bought an RV just for the trip. As we made our way south towards Vegas we ran out of gas just outside of Bakersfield. Luckily we had AAA but it took them at least an hour to get us gas. It turned out the gas guage was off. Right before we headed into the mojave desert our generator stopped running-it ran the air conditioning. This was in June, hot doesn't begin to describe it. Soon we were within an hour of Lake Powell which was our destination. This is when the brakes decided to go out. So we sat in a little town for a couple hours while the RV got brakes so we could make the last hour of our trip. When we got to lake powell the plan was to stay in a house boat for a week. The water at the lake was 100 feet below normal. That made it very difficult to "park" the boat anywhere, the wind didn't help it either. The second day we were there we were having difficulties getting the boat off the rocks. We didn't want to catch the propeller on the rocks. So me and my sister got out to push the very heavy boat away from the rocks. Once it was far enough we swam to the back of the boat where there was an area to get onto the boat. As I was holding onto the back about ready to get into the boat my dad decided to rev the engine because he had gotten close to the rocks again. I could litterally feel my legs getting pulled toward the propeller and felt the rush of water near my legs. I screamed my head off to get my dad to stop. When he did my mom helped me up and I was shaking from being so scared. No, it did not get better. The third day there was a huge storm and we had to go back to the marina to tie up so we wouldn't be blown around. So after that night we decided we had had enough of the house boat. We spent the next few nights in a nearby hotel. Then we headed off to Vegas to visit our family that lives there. I was not 21 at the time so it wasn't too exciting for me. However, one night I was with my sister walking around at the casino and she had a panic attack. I have no idea why or how but she did. The paramedics had to come and calm her down. Mostly the rest of the trip was uneventful, but the stress caused us to fight. I would say this was one vacation we were glad to come home from. It was certainly memerable. - |
| I evacuated for hurricane Ivan last year, because I used to live in New Orleans. Well, anyway, I was driving back in my car, and my tire exploded. literally. My car went into a ditch and flipped over! Thank God I survived. And thank God I had taken so much stuff with me, so that I was kind of cushioned when I flipped over. Lucky, huh? Chris Once I was at my grandmother's house in Plymouth, Mass., for the the fourth of July weekend. Everything was going fine until we were getting ready to go to the big parade. My dad saw this "paper bag" in my grandfather's car. My mom said "No way" and went to check it out. She was wrong, no doubt, and discovered some guy in his twenties with a hangover in the front seat. So she started freaking out and screaming to my grandmother on the balcony, "THERE'S A MAN IN THE CAR!! CALL THE POLICE!!" and my grandmother, being completely oblivious, goes, "Who do I call?" The story lives on in our family to this day. - |
| I went to Fort Island Beach in FL. And I met these two really hot guys from KT and TN, one was 17 the other was 19, we talked for a little while and we got to know each other. After about 2 hours in the water we went to the pier. The 17 year old guy liked me(i knew this for a fact) and we walked about 1/4 of a mile to the pier. And what we did on the pier ALONE......NOTHING!!!!! ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!!!! How gay is that?? But to make things worse i didn't get their numbers. i WAS ON THE BEACH WHEN A TORNADO HIT AND WE HAD TO STAY ON THE BEACH. MY SISTER ALMOST GOT BLOWN AWAY. Ok, Well me and my girls were all going to take a road trip to Cali. We decided that if we all pitched in we would have enough. Well it was about a month after I got my first car and we went. I was driving down the interstate and must not have been paying attention because I got my first ticket. The officer said that I was going to fast. I tried flirting with the officer, but that didn't work and one of my friends was in the backseat videotaping me. I told the officer I was sorry and he gave me the ticket and left. When we got to Oregon my car broke down. We didn't even have enough for the rental. We decided that it would be better if we just went home, we used all of our money for the car and went home. I dropped everyone off and went home. I forgot my keys in my car and couldn't get in my house. So I had to climb into my window and found the place trashed. So yeah my vacation was just awesome! - |
| Ok this is my horrific vacation..I live in south Carolina but my family decided to drive us to Missouri. The trip was supposed to be about 900 miles and take 14 hours. We kept getting lost and the trip ended up taking 17 hours and 980 miles. Well we finally got there and then it was nice for about a day. Then a hail storm came. It wrecked our cars. one car wasn't to bad and that one had insurance. well our other car was totally wrecked and that one didn't have insurance. And as if that wasn't bad enough we had 4 tornadoes that month! It was sooooo scary. I never want to be in a tornado again! - |
| The worst vacation I ever had was many years ago with my ex-husband. Right away, you know this is not going to be pretty. We went out West and were driving through Wyoming. No maps necessary here, right? We drove down miles and miles of highway without seeing anything at all. At dusk, we did see a fair-sized town. I thought it would be a good idea to stop for the night. But, no, that would be too easy. We then drove more miles and more miles, now in total blackness. After a couple of hours, we spotted a small run down building in the middle of nowhere. Half of the building was a tavern, and the other half, a motel. We got a room there, and it was horrible. I think the door was made out of cardboard, at best. Oddly, we were the only people who stayed the entire night. But actually it wasn't so odd, because apparently, the place was a brothel. - |
| I was in england and i was walking around the shore,first a dog came out of nowere and bite me i wacked the dog with a stick and i started to cry as it wimpered away i was limping home and slipped on the wet stone stair (that go up to my backyard)it felt like i broke my leg but it wasn't really broken.sobbing and limping home.when i got home i sat on the couch and i herd this crunchy sound i screamed i diddn't know that my cotage had cockroaches!!! i looked at my butt (bearly standing cuz my leg)and i found bug guts all over my new pants.i started to cry this day was bad but not as as it was going to be.so i got on new pants and put mine in the wash i was resting with my leg proped up until i herd this wishing washing sound i limped quickly to the laundry room(oo it hurt soo bad) and my washer was spewing out bubbles!i gasped and stared to filled things with bubbles (hats,shoes,buckets,can,ect.) stopping the washer i got on my hands and knee (my other knee was proped up ) cleaning for about 30 minets until i looked at the clock it ws 5:30!!! your probaly thinking ok 5:30 so what but it is a big deal i have a date!not any date though, a date with a extremely hot british guy date,and it was at 6:00! so i left my mess(i mostly cleaned it up)and limped to the shower,i showered,got dressed,put on makeup,rapped my leg,(that was a experence)and luckily i found some old cruches in my closet(my mums for a skiing accident)and right when i got on my shoes the door bell rang it was my date!! so i looked in the mirror and made shure i looked b.e.a.u.t.i.f.u.l(i did,not to brag)and there stood my date hot as ever he stared at me with big eyes."what the hell happened to u!?!"he said"oh just a accident"i sighed.we went to a fancy restruant and i ordered a lobster with a side of calamarie(i don't know how to spell it)i didn't know what it was but it sounded good so when our order came i gupled up the food even the calamarie and waited for the bill my date asked me if i liked the squid i looked puzzled and he told me what calamarie was i felt like i was going to barf after he paid for the food he dropped me off home and kissed me good night(iwas too busy holding in my barf i didn't feel the kiss)so i shut the door after he kissed me and barfed alll over the floor (like 5 times)i felt so weak after that, i cleaned up the barf and the bubbles in my laundry room and went to bed man that was the worst vaction i have ever had. - |
| O.K. Here's what happened.I was going to N.C. and the ride was pretty cool, I played video games the whole way there.But then when we got there I was riding my bike down a hill and it hit a rock and I nearly flipped.Then the next day me and thease two other people were the only kids and my parents and their parents wouldn't let us do anything we wanted to do.So I was stuck walking through expensive shops and I mean expensive shops and riding through a bunch of mountains a thousand times.Then the next day the thing we wanted to do was closed for the winter.It sucked and then this one boy did so much complaining that our parents were going to take us somewhere fun but since he complained we didn't V.H. - |
| This didnt ruin our vacation, but it did make for an interesting end to a good day. I was with my sister, uncle and aunt at six flags in Springfeild Mass. We had a great day with crazy rides and awesome fun. It was a clear day and it was getting later, maybe around 6 or 7 o' clock. My sister, aunt, uncle, and I were standing near a band and a gazebo and enjoying some fried dough, when I noticed off in the distance a black mass in the sky interupting the calm blue that was present all day. They were the darkest rain clouds I had ever seen. I saw a lightning strike from one and I directed my family's attention to it. Soon more people noticed it and we decided to head back to the car and head back to the hotel. We were waiting for the trolly to take us to the parking lot when we looked up at the clouds which had consumed the entire sky. The air felt uneasy almost still and the number of people waiting for the trolly made me nervous but we made it onto the second train. I watched the lighting light up the sky ahead of us as the trolly raced toward the parking lot. The trolly came to a slow stop as the driver said, "be careful folks", no sooner had she said it the wind picked up and started kicking the sand in the parking lot around everywhere very hard. We started racing for my uncles car when we realized we forgot where he parked it, at this time the sky was black and it was starting to rain, the wind kicked up every item in the parking lot 30 feet into the air, it was like something out of War of the worlds. We just kept running down the Aisles of vehicles as my uncle pulled out his key chain car locator. As he pressed it we heard the alarm sound from about 80 yards behind us. We had overshot the car, and the lighting was striking nearly overhead now, and it was hard to see. And man who was running by laughed at our error. We eventually found the car and climbed in and as soon as we shut the door it poured like I had never s een it pour before. It was intense and the lightning was truly a site to see, veining accorss the sky overhead. As we watched others scramble to their cars, some adults, some children, and some young couples, we were glad we were safe inside my uncles car. It was a crazy way to end a great trip. - Snowytrousers - |
| In 2004 I was in the US Military, stationed in S. Korea. My wife and I had planned a week long vacation touring several cities in China. Going to China while being a US Military member requires weeks of preparation and many hours of paperwork. I filled out paperwork concerning flight times and flight numbers. I had to find addresses, email addresses, phone and fax numbers for the hotels, police stations, hospitals, US embassy, and three "safe places" for every city we planned to visit. Our agenda had to be documented down to the last hour in case of emergency! After weeks of preparation, the day of the trip arrived. As my wife and I were attempting to check our luggage at the Airport in Seoul, I discovered that I forgot to fill out one more crucial piece of pap erwork, my "leave paperwork". Since the trip was non-refundable, and China may be a once in a lifetime chance, I insisted that my wife go without me. After a little prodding, she reluctantly agreed. I waved goodbye to by balling wife as she walked toward her airplane being comforted by strangers, feeling like the dumbest man on Earth. - The dumbest man on Earth - |
| Last year, my family and I went on a vacation, and were staying a couple nights in Las Vegas. We wanted to get a room at The Golden Nugget. We were driving a really big van, with a spare tire mounted on top, and its really hard to park in that city with it. So, we tried parking in the parking garage. When we entered, the top of the van hit the warning guard that says whether you are too tall or not. We laughed it off, realized that we weren't going to be parking in there, and planned to turn around. Well, we were about to turn around, when the tire on top hit the emergency water line, busting it. Water burst out of the pipe, and wasn't planning on stopping. Finally, a security guard came, and then the hotel manager. After it was all over and we got back home again, we had to pay a fine to the hotel and had to pay for the damages. -anonymous Okay so I went on a ski trip with my youth group and I had like the WORST time!I was taking lesson for skiing and when I got to the bunny hill I went on this thing to get me up there (It was like a escalator with no stairs) and I got on with my skis crooked!So I started falling and I started screaming like a freak and and my hands were flying everywhere cause I was trying to grab onto the bar next to me.I fell on my butt.They had to stop the whole thing and the people in front of me where giving me dirty looks it was so bad.So when I got to the top I slid right on to the snow.I fell so my legs were tangled. My instructor picked me and he picked me up so I got into his crotch area (So gross!) and I fell again.I quit early and headed out again an hour later.I put on my skis and it took me like 20 minutes to walk there because its hard with skis and when I finally got on the mountain I started skiing but I could not remember what my instructor told me and I could not stop!I was so scared I was screaming and nearly crying but managed to stop.I went back to lodge and told people what happend and they asked why I didn't just take off my skis to walk.I felt like such and idiot.So I spent the next 4 hours after that waiting for everyone to stop skiing and we finally got to leave for church.It was awful.To me the place looked like somewhere you would do a TV show with all the lights and stuff.We sat in chairs and didn't have kneelers so it was so painful.When we got to the carnival building where we would play games and sleep I got so weirded out it was like a haunted carnival you see in scooby-doo that kind of feeling.When it was time to go to sleep I could not find my sleeping bag and the person in charge put it in there and didn't know like what it looked like and I could not remeber so I ended up sleeping on the floor and it was freezing.At about 9 we woke up and had breakfast and the food was gross.So I spent the next 6 hours sleeping until we got back and I was so thirsty.I was so glad and I am never going skiing again!!!Okay so I went on a ski trip with my youth group and I had like the WORST time!I was taking lesson for skiing and when I got to the bunny hill i went on this thing to get me up there (It was like a escalator with no stairs) and I got on with my skis crooked!So I started falling and I started screaming like a freak and and my hands were flying everywhere cause I was trying to grab onto the bar next to me.I fell on my butt.They had to stop the whole thing and the people in front of me where giving me dirty looks it was so bad.So when I got to the top I slid right on to the snow.I fell so my legs were tangled. My instructor picked me and he picked me up so I got into his crotch area (So gross!) and I fell again.I quit early and headed out again an hour later.I put on my skis and it took me like 20 minutes to walk there because its hard with skis and when I finally got on the mountain I started skiing but I could not remember what my instructor told me and I could not stop!I was so scared I was screaming and nearly crying but managed to stop.I went back to lodge and told people what happend and they asked why I didn't just take off my skis to walk.I felt like such and idiot.So I spent the next 4 hours after that waiting for everyone to stop skiing and we finally got to leave for church.It was awful.To me the place looked like somewhere you would do a TV show with all the lights and stuff.We sat in chairs and didn't have kneelers so it was so painful.When we got to the carnival building where we would play games and sleep I got so weirded out it was like a haunted carnival you see in scooby-doo that kind of feeling.When it was time to go to sleep I could not find my sleeping bag and the person in charge put it in there and didn't know like what it looked like and I could not remeber so I ended up sleeping on the floor and it was freezing.At about 9 we woke up and had breakfast and the food was gross.So I spent the next 6 hours sleeping until we got back and I was so thirsty.I was so glad and I am never going skiing again!!! About a year ago, I was vacationing with friends for summer. We went to a very exclusive island called "Palm Island." At first, I was very excited. The we got in the car and I got really car sick. So I was puking and had a migraine for 5 hours. When we got there, it was horrible. The architect on the house was beautiful, but it was infected with Giant German Cockroaches. My biggest fear is cockroaches so I was FREAKING out. That gave me a even worse migraine, which was quite embarrsing becuase everyone was waiting on me to get better. Then, when I did get better,the pest control came. The chemicals gave me a allergic reaction. So, after ALMOST being rushed to a hospital, I went to bed. When I woke up, I felt refreshed. So we went fishing. That's when my bff's brother was casting and the hook stabbed my back. So I still have a deep gash were he did. But after that, I hooked my bff's dad. He was so tick ed off, that was embarrising. After that, we went to rent our boat. We got the boat and were parking it at this restraunt when we crashed into a 5 million dollar yacht. (I don't think they noticed.:) After trying to cover that up, we went inside the restraunt. It only served sea food, I'm allergic to seafood. So, I didn't eat. After that we went back to the the house and swam. I got swimmer's ear. So, I went to bed. The next day, we go on the boat to a tropical island with a restraunt. I got over heated. So we went snorkling. Well I got so sick and the boat was stuck on and island 15 miles off of everywhere. I was so mad. I tryed to call my mom, but there was no service. I got really sick/homesick too and just sat on this TINY island that was completley off any maps crying. After several hours we got the boat running again and went home. I immeldiatly called my mom and told her to come pick me up. After 5 hours, she finally arrived. Was I so glad to be home or what!? - |
| About 3 years ago, me and my parents, my sister and her husband, decided to go on vacation in Georgia for a week. My Dad had this friend at work that owned a cabin up there, and offered to let us stay in it for $400. We agreed and went up there, because he'd given us pictures and it seemed to be really nice. We were soooo wrong. We get there, and there's pretty much an infestation of LADYBUGS. I mean, seriously. They're cute and all, if there's like one, but how would you like to draw back the covers and try to get in bed and you find like 100 of them in the freakin sheets?! Not to mention they were all over the ceiling and in the floors, and they would fall off on you? And, we were at the top of this mountain in a freakin thicket, we always missed the driveway to get to it, and we were about 30 miles from nowhere. That vacation ended after about 2 nights of torture. - |
| My family, Carrie's family, Matt's family, and Cedric's family all decided to go to Florida together. We all put up money to rent a house to stay in while we were there. The house we stayed in had a pool so My brother, Carrie and I decided to go swimming. Behind the pool was a lake. In the lake was an Alligator. We didn't know that until this happened. Okay, A swan looking bird landed on top of the lake to swim and all we saw is the alligator jump up and swallow the bird! It will haunt us for the rest of our lives. It was extremely disgusting! - |
| Ok, my worst vacation took place in the summer of 2004. My friend Jen and I were spending time with her grandparents at their farmhouse. This was about a 2 and a half drive from the city. We live in Halifax and the house was in Pictou. So were driving along for 2 hours, I feel perfectly fine and were playing with walkie talkies and laughing and such, anyways, we finally get there at about lunch time. We stopped into subway for lunch. We ate our subs in the truck while her grandparents went into the grocery store. After eating my chicken sub, I still felt perfectly normal, but full because i was quite hungry. The farmhouse was about 15 minutes from where we were parked. We get to the house and I get a tour and I found out it was over 200 years old and its been through 6 generations of her grandfathers family, this kind of freaked me out,but I still felt fine. Until that evening, something went wrong. Her grandfather grew up in this town, he knows everything there is to know about Pictou. We went to a fancy restaurant for supper and I felt like some pizza. Plus her grandfather mentioned that they were known for their famous pizza, so I had some for supper, pizza and root beer. After supper Jen and I went walking around the town goofing off, and then later that night we went back to the farmhouse. We watched the movie Dirty Dancing and just relaxed I felt my stomach get shaky, I knew I was gonna throw up I kept gagging, I ran to the bathroom threw up the "famous" pizza and root beer, the rest of the night i felt sick as a dog and I was constantly making trips to the bathroom, I felt like I was imposing and I felt like I was a hard case for her grandparents. That morning everytime I ate I felt sick, thank god I was only there for 2 days. From then on, I decided i HATE Pictou, I dont ever wanna go back - |
| Okay, Last Christmas holidays, 2005-2006, mum and I went on a holiday to Darwin befor moving to a aboriginal community. We were in Darwin, and had just come back from Kakadu, and I got these really bad tummy pains, I told mum, and she said it was anxity, so then that night, I woke up at least every hour, with awful pains, and I was going to the toilet, and I didn't have the d's and v's. SSo the tummy pains were so bad so at 3am, mum finally said she'd take me to the hospital. They exammend me and said I had food poisinig, or something like that, and to drink lots of fluids, so I went back at 5am and the pains didn't go away, so mum decided to take me back at 5pm, 14 hours later, and the doctors examined me and said that I had apendicitis, so they put a drip in my arm, and gave me laughing gas and this other gas so that it didn;t hurt, but it hurt to laugh. So I had surgery and now I have 3 scars on my tummy, the last bit of the vacation, sucked, we had to rescheduale COMPLETELY, and mum missed her job interview by a few days! OOPS! So thats my bad vacation! Love Katherine from down under - |
| i was in a hotel with my famil when my brother dared me to stuff 6 mine muffins in my mouth. so i always take dares nd i did it but just after i stuffed the last muffin in i started to choke and then my brothe hit me on the back and i cought them all over the table and the floor! and worst of all there where tons of peopol staring at me and my family!Caitlyn,Illinois - |
| Last year I was going to Myrtle beach.When we were like 20 minutes away from our beach house,this girl swirved out in front of us and we crashed.Sabrina,my dad's girlfriend broke her neck,she was driving.Me and my dad were alright,but we were really scared. -Kenzie.D - |
| I lost money and a great vacation was ruined because of their lack of customer service. I hope nobody else falls victim to them. Buyer beware! I flew a great distance to a hotel that I thought was confirmed only to get there and they had no idea who I was. The printed papers I showed them ment nothing. When we called the travel site nobody answered any of my calls to them. I slept the night in a rental car, then I just packed up and went home. The worst time ever, I was homeless on my vacation. - |
| Mopar Nationals—August 2005. My boyfriend dragged me to someplace out in the middle of nowhere in Ohio to the largest classic car show I have ever seen in my life. He insisted on bringing his pristine 67 Dodge Charger on a trailer he pulled with his truck. Inside the truck we rode with NO AIR CONDITIONING in the 90 + degree August heat and relentless, excruciating sunshine. We got lost. For hours I sat in that greenhouse on wheels. We were 20 minutes from our destination when BAM!! A Blazer sideswiped us! It wasn’t his fault because someone hit him first and pushed him into us—poor guy. You should have seen the damage! But anyway, my boyfriend stopped the truck and inspected the damage. A glaring black streak had appeared along the side of his sparkling red Charger and looked like a four foot scar. We waited for the police and then I sat for nearly two hours (again in the tortuous heat and sun) for the reports to be filled out and damage to be examined. We finally made it to the campsite (no air-conditioned hotel rooms were available) after consuming a greasy fast food dinner. I had to arise early the next morning after a fitful sleep and we were immediately off to the car show (alas, without breakfast). At the show the heat was already palpable and I trudged behind my dear boyfriend as he looked and looked and looked at what seemed like MILES of cars. My skin seemed to sizzle. It was hard to breathe. Several times I had to insist on taking the time to sit down so I would not lose consciousness. The heat index pushed 99. There was no shade to be found! I imagined I was trapped in Dante’s Inferno. Bottle after bottle of water I consumed (each was around $3) and forced myself through the day. The ride back home to Auburn was lengthy and monotonous. I have never been more bored and miserable in my life! --Roberta. - |
| Me and my boyfriend went on holiday to tunisia but when we got to the hotel we turned on the tv and our hotel was on 'holidays from hell' AND ' watchdog' !!!! the hotel was crap and so we had to change hotels but they charged us £750, and that was only the leaving fee we also had to pay for the new hotel! we had no money left for shopping!!- janine We have been to Hawaii a couple of times, done the Florida theme park vacations and gone to Europe, but nothing compares as far as bad vacations with my dear hubbys camping trips he so dearly loves. A couple of years ago we were camping at a park in NW Washington state. If any of you know Washington state, it rains here, a LOT. We were tent camping with our 3 year old son, and 2 dogs, a huge Collie and Lhasa Apso, both long haired. During the first night I had to let the dogs out to go potty and caught my long hair in the tent zipper. I couldn't reach my hubby to shake him awake, so had to yell and wake up my son who began to wail because it was dark and he in turn, woke up the campers on both sides of us. The lady next to us had to cut my hair out of the zipper leaving me with a large almost bald chunk right on the top of my head. Later that day we took a long walk by the river so hubby could fly fish. I had to carry my son accross the shallow rocky river, then the Lhasa because she refused to get her feet wet. Next my 80 pound Collie sat and cried because he didn't want to get wet. Being a real dog lover, I hoisted him up and half way accross the shallow river, stepped inot a huge hole and fell, not only soaking me, but now I had a wet stinking dog to deal with. That evening, I got smacked in the face with a flying burning marshmallow my son was frantically waving in the air. Going to bed that evening with a pack of frozen weenies on my burned face, it began to rain. Not just one of the summer drizzles so common, but one of the hard nasty huge drops of rain we get. Hubby had to get up and dig a trench around the tent to keep the rain from flooding us. I let the dogs out to potty a couple of times and the third time I woke up with a smelly wet Collie staring down at me with his nose an inch from mine, I told him to go to sleep, no more potty breaks that night. He proceed to gag and puked all over me. Not my idea of a fun camping trip. No more tent camping, I insisted on a motor home. - |