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| Ok, what im about to tell you may sound a little bizzar but its true. I was on vacation with my family down on a tiny island of flordia. The Island was so tiny that you could stand on the beach and see both ends of the island. Well when we were there for the week, three water spouts startes in the water that me and my sister was swimming in. We ran to the beach and the water spouts turned into tornados. At this time my tiny dog (min pin) got off of her leash and ran away (not too far). Well, the three tornados touched the island on the end opposite of us luckly but we had to chase down our dog. A minuite later we set up a trail of cheeze its (our dog loves cheese) and the tornados were still on the opposite end of the island about to leave and go onto the next island. Our dog found the trail of cheeze its and followed it and then it began to rain. At this time my family was inside except for me, my dad and sister. My dog got to the end of the trail of cheeze its and it was rainning heavy at the time so i grabed the fishing net from my sister and caught my dog by snapping it over her. The tornados at this time were off the island but the storm following it had lots of lighting and the rain got even harder. So we nabbed up the dog and the empty box of cheeze its and ran for the condo. Then 15 minuites later the storm was over and the tornados/water spouts were gone and we returned to thee beach, but we left the dog in the room. At the end of the island where the tornados hit the was a "big dent" in that part of the island and the other island the was hit there was way much more damage, such as torn down houses. But one last thing, when my family and i returned to the room the dog had gotten so angry at us for leaving her in the room, that she peed on the bed and had knocked over and broke a lamp by the bed. - Lauren |
| My family used to live in Canada. Our friends owned a nice boat. One summer my dad convinced his friend to lend us the boat for a few days so we could visit an island off the coast of the mainland and spend some needed relaxation out in open waters. However, little did we know having trouble starting the engine was going to be the most minor bump along the way. The amount of things that went wrong are almost unfathomable, there is just not enough time to tell them all; So, I'll just give you the highlights.....they're the most entertaining anyway. The first day was okay, we reached the island and went fishing and ate hamburgers and generally had a really great time. However when nightfell a wall of insects descended upon our boat, from the sky. We rushed around the boat trying to pin up the mosquito netting. Finally after getting all the netting up and swatting all the refugee's that made it through the netting, we decided to get some rest. Some of us slept inside, some of us on the deck and me in the bedroom at the furthest end of the boat. All night scratching my arms and legs until I was bleeding, damn mosquitos. Then i was visited by the devil...reincarnated as a mosquito that would wait until i was dozing off and buzz in my ear. I didn't sleep a wink all night!!! I found in the morning I was not the only one who had a less than perfect slumber. All of my family was covered in red bumps that had been smothered in calamine lotion and all of our eyes were blood shot. Apparently there had been enough mosquito's for everyone. My father started the boat and we left the island. We traveled for a ways before anchoring, and my mother offered to cheer everybody up by making breakfast. She went downstairs to the gas stove and began lighting the elements. Due to a malfunction in the gas stove three elements lit up simultaneously; lighting the kitchen of the boat on fire. My mother screamed "help the boat's on fire". My father ran downstairs with water he had scooped up in a bucket and threw it about in the cabin. I heard my mother yell, "ahhhh, now put me out"! In all the confusion she had caught on fire, too! The kitchen of the boat was ruined, black and charred....but so was my mother. She ran to the top of the boat where she threw off all her clothes and dove off the back of the boat into the water. I had not been paying much attention, until that point, and wasn't sure why my mother had been suddenly moved to re-connect with nature. She floated in the water trying to heal the burns, while my father tried to start the engine. Of course the engine had died. We were stuck in the middle of the water, my mother naked floating around in pain, us kids scratching our skin off because of the mosquitos, and now we were stuck here. The best i could hope for was for the boat to sink and put us out of our misery. A few hours later help came by. My mother was given some much needed attention by some paramedics, who bandaged her wounds and took her to see a doctor. and the coast guard towed us into shore. Yes, i do believe so, the worst vacation ever!!!! - Alex |
| I was on vacation last summer with my family. My dad, mom, me, and my two brothers went down to Emerald Isle, North Carolina to go to the beach. We were also going with our cousins, who brought their bikes along. One morning when I woke up, I went to the lower level of our duplex, and my mom and dad were missing. It turns out that they had gone for an early morning bike ride down the road. That must have been the bike ride from HELL. As they were riding along, they came upon a small intersection (this was on a back road) when a car pulled up. My mom was riding up front with my dad behind. My mom got startled from the car and stopped suddenly. My dad didn't anticipate the suprise stop and hit his brakes real hard. The bike stopped and he flung forward and got a face full of pavement. So my mom rushed him to the ER because he was bleeding really badly. He came back early that afternoon with stiches just above his eye, all over his nose, and on his cheeks. He reminded me of Rocky from ROCKY II after the fight when he is all bloodied up. It sucked! - Heath |
| First my vaction started out with of course losing my laugage when i arrived in flordia then after that i talk to security to get it back it turns out the guy at the desk that day was one of my old high school flings and of course he recognized me rigth away and i had no idea who he was so embarresed i ask um... who are you? finally it came to me i had dumped this guy back in my freshman year because my friends didnt like him scary ... then i get to my parents house to find that it is empty where are they i have no idea! i looked for them everywhere and finally i just gave up and just sat down at the computer to browse around and what pops up but an ad about to a high school reunion automatically i think back to the guy i saw today and how uncomfortable that was so i deleted it then after about two hours my parents come back to their house i asked where have you been they tell me your brother was just arrested stealing i thought what else can go wrong jeez... spoke to soon obviously because we all decided to go see my brother and get the real story because i thought he really did try to steal it and my mom said it was just an accident so then while she was driving we were arguing about weather it was accident or not she rear ended a car in front of us at a stop light the worst part it was a Lexus she put a huge dent on the right side of the bumper well the guy gets out starts yelling and screaming making a huge scene and he ws being a complete idiot so we trade information and then we get back on our way to see my brother again well he said he didnt do it he was just putting a bottle of HAIRSPRAY in his pocket to look at a magazine and somebody told the manager he was stealing it why would my BALD brother want hairspray?anyway so we bail him out $300 because he doesnt have the money to pay it then the next day is my flight out and i dont buy my ticket my sister works for the airlines and we get those discount buddy tickets or something and with those if the flight is full you don't get a seat so i missed two flights because they were through still no laugage they said they would send it to me then when i get home i call my boyfriend to come and pick me up but since i missed my first flights he said he thought i would be later so he went on the other side of town to watch a football game with some old friends so i have no ride now so i call my best buddy Lauryn and she says she can't right now because she is out to eat with her parents so i'm stuck without a ride so i have to take a taxi and my house is 45 minutes away from the airport but its my only option so i get a taxi and i only have 30 dollars and i gave it to the driver and i said drive fast this is all i have get me as close as you can he gets me close about three miles away and says that's it, you're out of money, and i go ok then i get out of the car and walk three miles in the outfit i have had on for two days with no money finally i get home and who is there my boyfriend i thought you were with your friends i screamed he said no i didnt think you would be home so fast without a ride and i was like well why didn't you pick me up then a half naked woman walks out grabs his arm and goes "who's she?" I screamed back "his girlfiend of 4 months". I thought how low of him he had told her it was his summer house? oh my goodness worst vacation ever!! - Anonymous |
| Well, I have a few bad vacation stories, that all happened at the same place. My family used to have a condo on Sanibel Island. So we would go down there a few times a year, and just about every year, something horrible would happen...usually to me. One year, I was really little, probably 6 or 7, and I fell asleep on the beach, only to wake up with 2nd degree burns on my arms because my family was too negligent to watch me. The next year, I was in the water so much, I got an ear infection so bad, we had to go to Ft. Myers in the middle of the night to go to the ER. They gave me some antibiotics and we went home. A few hours later, I woke up throwing up so bad, that we ended up back in the ER, for them to tell us that I was having an allergic reaction to the medicine they gave me for the infection. They had to put me on an IV for fluids, and something to help the reaction, and I had to spend the rest of the night in the ER. A few years after that, we sold the condo. But last summer, we decided to go to Sanibel and visit for a week and a half. This time we were in a friend's condo with some other family friends. Well, it was about midnight, and we were all watching movies and told Matt, the 21 year old to make some cookies. So he went to pre-heat the oven. About 5 minutes later, Matt said, "Something smells like its burning." When we looked in the kitchen, there was black smoke starting to pour out into the living room. I started screaming just as the smoke alarms started going off. We all rushed outside, while Matt ran back in to see what was burning. It turned out that he had turned on the stove and not the oven, and there was a now charred and burning wooden bowl that started the almost-tragic, almost-a-real-fire fire. By the time he put it in the sink extinguished it, all the neighbors were outside wondering what the hell was going on. Once all the smoke cleared and we could go back inside, we saw that the cabinets were now black from smoke, and we ended up having to replace the cabinets to our friend's condo. - Holly |
| I just want to let you know how bad my honeymoon was, I got married on Sept 4, 2004. I contacted the travel agent and planed a trip to Jamaica, I did not know any thing about hurricane season, I asked the travel agent was this a good time to travel to Jamaica and I named some other Island. Well off we went to Jamaica for seven days, the first day we got to snorkel and the next day we went to the water falls in Monte Togo bay. Well now here comes the hurricane that had us trapped us in the hotel for four nights, we could not do a thing, the first night of the hurricane we had to pack a night bag with our personal belongings, they asked us to pack our travel documents and keep our suit case in the bathroom and shut the door in case the hotel was destroyed our things would be in one location locked up.. That night we had to go to the ball room of the hotel where we had to sleep on cots, there where over 500 or more people sleeping in the ball room, every where you looked there was some one in your face snoring or just being loud or just nervous. This was my first hurricane that I experience with me and my husband. We could not return to our room until they gave us the okay. We could not take a shower until the next afternoon because the hotel had no hot water and the water supply was shortage. The night of the hurricane the wind was so loud the hotel put boards up on all the windows and the loud wind seem like they where tearing down the board, some of the windows where broken. The next day we got to sneak out the hotel and got to see how the hurricane ruin the vacation site. The beaches where corrupted with black sea weed, the beaches where dirty from everything that washed up on the beach. All of the planned itinerary where cancelled so you where stuck in the hotel trying to find the next plane out of Jamaica. That was also horrible we had to stay two extra night because there where no planes flying out and they had to clean up the streets. We finally got a plane to leave you had to call and get a confirmation to get on the plane, I had to have my mother called from the states to get us on the plane, When we got to the airport it was horrible, it was so crowed and you had to stand in line for over two hours just to get to speak to a flight attendant. When we finally got up to the line the flight attendant was like I don't have you leaving for this plane and there is no way of finding out because our computer system our down and this plane is full. We where like you are getting us on this plane here is our confirmation number and you need to find a way to get us on this plane, It took them another 30 minutes to get us approved. The plane did not take off for two hours after we got seated on the plane, We got to the airport at 10 am in the morning we did not get home until 1 am in the morning, I had to take another day off of work and we had to pay for two extra day of parking at the airport, Two extra days for a hotel.. This was the worst trip of my life and just to mention this was my honeymoon that I will never forget a way to start off a new marriage. Me and my husband where so frustrated with every thing we started getting annoyed with each other. We need to plan a new honey moon vacation. We were stuck in Jamaica for nine days. - Anonymous |
| Last October it was time for my boyfriend of one year and 4 months to go on the family vacation to Gatlinburg, Tenn. The trip had been planned for months and everyone was thrilled to go with about 20 family members. About a week before the trip my boyfriend and I had been having some problems and leave it to the jerk himself, while on vacation with his family he broke the news that he no longer was attracted to me, that he didn't want to be with me, and not only was this heart wrenching I had to smile throughout it all due to being with his whole family on vacation. So while we were on a romantic ride up the mountains, you wold think someone you have been with would say I love you, instead it was I dont want to be with you...........pretty bad vacation huh? - Sarah |
| During spring break during April 2004 I was on vacation with my mom, my best friend, my cousin, and my niece. While on vacation my mom was sleeping in really late, falling down, and dropping her pocket book. I called my father one night and told him about mom falling on the kitchen floor. He informed me that the next day when i was supposed to get my hair cut, my sister would be showing up to take our mom to the Emergency Room. He was drunk of course and the whole thing really upset me. My best friend pulled me out into the hall when i started crying. We couldn't tell mom of course. So, we went upstairs to the vending machine and ate junk food. I ate so much junk that i got sick. We put my niece to bed at a normal time, mom was already in bed because she slept a lot. The rest of us stayed up till 3am. At 5am I got a phone call from my sister so I could let her in the room. We ordered mom out of bed after she said the doctors couldn't do anything for her. My sister and I took mom to the ER. My brother inlaw stayed with the other girls for the day. By that afternoon we found out that our mother had a brain tumor the size of an orange. I also found out that I have a half brother upstate somewheres by my father. While we were moving mom up to another room in the Hospital she tried to escape through the code blue elevator. My sister and some strange man had to wrestle her back to her room. Mom didn't have a clue what was going on and doesn't even remember that day. During the rest of that week I stayed at four different houses. That day marked the beginning of our mom's terminal illness and me living in two different households. The rest of that day I was emotionally numb from so much happening and lack of sleep. I went home with my sister and slept on her couch. How is that for bad? It was the worst day of my life for sure - Georgette |
| Hey, last summer my parents, my sister and I went to Virginia for a week. We were looking forward to the whole vacation. We had a room on the water, it turned out to be the docking place for the big industrial ships, not the ocean water. Then we went to the beach once and nobody wanted to go in the water with me and I was mad. The last few days we were there it was rainy and cold and then we had a hurricane. We were lucky on 1 part, we didn't get hurt in the hurricane. The whole vacation sucked and we want to go back but with our luck it will be the same terrible week. - Anonymous |
| When i went camping to Pinecrest, CA, there are these 80ft. tall clifts that my family and I jump off into the water. Well I got ready 2 jump off as usuall, and I jumped way too close to the ciifts, and I hit my leg on one of the rocks when I was going down. My big sis saved me. When I got out of the water, I had huge scrapes, bruises. My mom, dad, sisters took me 2 the hospital, and the doctor said I broke my lower leg. It sucked. I left 2 days later with a broken leg. My worst memory ever!! Preaty bad haw?!! - Nikki Jones |
| About 2 months ago,me,my mom,my sister,and my friend went on a trip to Boston.When we got there,after our car was towed because we ran out of gas,we went to a car wash and it started to rain.When we got to my grandma's house,where we were staying,my friend slid down the stairs on her knees,and got bruises,inside her foot!She had to go the doctor and get a cast on her leg!On our way to go shopping,my mom had to pull over because of carsickness(she gets that sssooo much!)We went in and bought a home theater surround system thing and when we had payed for it and left,the alarm went off because it had metal or something(i dont know why)when we got back to my grandmas house,she accidentally served me & my friend rotten milk and were sick for 2 days.then we went home,after out terrible,terrible,terrible,terrible,terrible vacation! - Jeremy |
| I was walking down the sidewalk in Mexico when a man with a parrot approached me. The parrot seemed irritated by the braids in my hair and twice took a snap danger close to my eye. The man told me that if I paid him $10 I could get my picture taken with the bird. I advised him I did not have a camera and he laughed saying that I should pose with him anyway. The parrot was ready to rip a few braids out of my skull and this man had a horrible odor, so I politely declined his offer again. Just then my girlfriends caught up to me and sadly, one had her digital camera in her hands. The parrot man didn't waste time with his sales pitch, and the parrot started to sqawk. My best friend quickly sold me out with the offer of ten dollars. I proceeded with caution and holding my breath as I neared the strange man. Just as my friend was lining up the picture, the man leaned in and offered to sell me drugs!!! I whipped my head around and shouted "what?!?" which was a BIG mistake. The parrot saw his opening and swooped in to grab my braids. Now the bird was flapping around my head as my girlfriends fell down laughing. It took about 3 minutes for the scared man to get the bird to relax and now a crowd was forming around us. The man threw a bag of brown flaky bits at me, (which the police later advised me was tobacco) and ran off with the bird clinging to his shoulder. An officer arrived who had been drinking in a cantina about a half a block away and he advised me to file a report. I was taken by the arm like a criminal to the station where I was fined for disturbing the peace and solicitation of drugs. I paid the $193.87 "fine" that just happened to equal all the cash my girlfriends and I had on us. Let me say, that was one quiet flight home. - Anonymous |
| It started off on the good foot when we arived in florida. we were getting ready to get on the cruise to the virgin islands and puerto rico. it was sunny and beautiful outside. the first night we spent dancing, watching movies and going shopping. that night we went to sleep thinking tommorrow would be another fun filled day. we woke up to the rocking of the ship. we went to the top deck for breakfast, but the dinner was closed due to flood from the rain.so we went to the lower deck resturant for eggs but they sucked. that afternoon the shows were cancelled due to a leak in the theater celling.we had no choice but to go to sleep. then the next day we were to go on the island of san juan. and had no time to do anything because of the rain. 2 days went by and we did absoluetly nothing except watch tv in the room and if we were to have the chance we were able to go to the arcade but that was if we were lucky. because of the rain everything in the boat was crowded i mean with a capital C. the last day on the ship was the only day with sun. we went swimming but left early cause we were sort of getting sick of water, if u know what i mean. that evening we got off the boat and it was sunny the whole next week. - Michelle |
| The worst thing that has happened to me on a vacation is I went to this place called Diamond Lake, which is about 90 miles, roughly, outside of Roseburg, OR(or pretty much 1-5) and my step-dad was being a bastard and he LEFT me up there at 7PM and I had just caught this huge, perfect rainbow trout, and I had all my fishing shit with me, and and left my ass up there. I started walking at around 8, by 9 I could't hold that damn cooler with a gigantic fish in it with my pole and bait and shit....I finally got picked up at around 3am by this guy that worked for the land company, but he could only take me so far. Then I got picked up at around 6 or 7 about 60 miles outside of Roseburg by an old guy with two dogs. Right before though, I found a case full of CD's on the side of the guardrail, but then a state trooper drove by and talked to me for a bit, he said if he can find another cruiser, he'll tell them to pick me up, but...that never happened, but I made it. I ended up walking a total of around 15 miles, in the middle of the night, nobody around....kinda wierd - Jimmy |
| Last vacation we were supposed to go to los angelas c.a. we had arrangments made for a five star hotel .Well,on the day we were leaving we went half way to c.a then played mini golf. My grandpa said that whoever won got fifty bucks! it was the 9th hole and I was winning, ,just before I swung a bee stung me on my finger! As you can imagine I could not play the rest of the game so I lost. The next day we only had 15 more miles to go when all of a sudden we ran out of gas and got a flat tire.we finaly got our car fixed and arrived at the hotel. We went to check in but the manager said we did not make reservations. Plus the hotel was already filled and we did not have enough money to stay in a diffrent hotel because we already paid for the five star hotel. So, we had to sleep in our car! The next day we tried to get in to California Adventures but we lost our tickets! Then my grandpa took us to a fancy restraunt. while I ate my spagettie I noticed a way cute boy across the room.when he finally looked at me he started laughing! I could not believe it,I had just spilled my spagettie all over my lap! Then to top it off my dad farted and the cute boy thought it was me! The least I can say is that is the worst vacatin I ever had! - Michelle |
| Ok so here's my vacation story. It was a family trip to Alaska. First of all, it was really boring. Alaska is beautiful and all, but there's not really much to do except take pictures of mountains and eat salmon. Second of all, we rented an RV. Oh yeah that was a brilliant idea. I was freezing in that thing every night we were there. To top it all off, my stepmother and I got in a huge fight in the middle of a busy restaurant about pretty much nothing and I threw a huge plate of very expensive (and untouched) king crab legs at her and ran out of the place while my dad chased me. Now I'm not one to lash out like that. I'm usually very calm and relaxed, but that vacation was getting to me and spending a week with the family really drove me insane!!! - Anonymous |
| Me my mom and my sister went on a skiing trip to CO with our church group. At the hotel they have a hot tub with a deck around it out in the middle of the snow. Being from texas we all took advantage of the snow and started throwing snow balls at each other. As my mom was dodging one she steps off the deck and into a hole causing her to fall. She had to be rushed to the hospital with a broken sholder bone. ouch! she didn' t even get to skii and worse she had to sleep sitting up for the hole week - Sue |
| So me my boyfriend and 3 other friends planned a vacation to Lake Havisu, were there was going to be this big outdoor party..... So were going to camp out for like 3 days and the 2nd night was when the party was going to be.... so me my boyfriend and are three other friends cram into his little 2 door Honda civic which i might add the air conditioning was out... the trunk is full and the three of us in the back had coolers and back packs and sleeping bags on are laps we couldn't even move in the car... we got lost on what was supposed to be about a 3 hour trip turned into a 5 hour trip... we finally arrived at are destination we got a nice spot right on the lake.. it was late so we set up camp and went to bed we woke up at about 6am to loud boats and the HEAT!!! we spent the hole day just sitting in the lake to try and cool off from the heat which sorta helped... but not really.... and if its not bad enough that its hot outside and the water is hot it was windy and i don 't mean like cool breeze i mean it felt like you had a hot blow dryer blowing in your face and as were in the water a big gust of wind goes by and we look up at the camp site and are tents are flying away so we had to go run after them and totally re-set up camp.... so that night we try and fall asleep and there's nothing worse then trying to sleep when your sweating and sticky and ewww... so once it cooled down a little bit who knows how late it was we all fell asleep and once again wake up to the loud boats and the heat for another wonderful day... we spend most the day in the lake and when it starts getting dark out we start getting ready for the party one of are friends wanted to get there early but we all wanted to wait to go till it got cooler out so we take him to the party go back to camp and hang out until it cooled off and we left to go to the party..... there was a hugeeeeeeee line and i hadn't drank like anything all day long... so were standing in the enormous line and i start feeling dizzy and my vision is getting blurry and my boyfriend comes up to me and is like are you OK blah blah blah I'm like yea yea hes like lets go (he didn't really want to go to the party in the first place) I'm like no no no I'm fine and then i start like getting all woozy so we step out of line so i can sit down so I'm like on the verge of passing out and some girl comes up to us and asked if I'm OK I'm like I'm just hot and dizzy and i dont have water so she gave me some water and i felt better so we go back in line stand for another 5 minutes and it got even worse and if my boyfriend wasn't holding me up i probably would have fell down and passed out right there so i had a slight case of heat stroke so hes like OK were leaving we need to go get you some water and cool you down and I wasn't in the right state of mind to be able to argue with him so we start walking back to the car....on the way to the car my boyfriend is helping me walk and i look down at t he ground and threes a scorpion with its tail up running straight at me ( i was wearing sandals to) but thank god i looked down at just that second and jumped out of the way or i probably wouldn't be telling this story today... so that just took my last ounce of adrenaline out of my body and my boyfriend had to carry me the rest of the way to car.... we stopped and got some water and went back to camp by the time we got there the water was all warm and hot and nasty of course but i was like barley able to breathe so me and my boyfriend went and sat in the outside showers that thank god were actually cold and just sat in the running water for like 20 minutes and then went and layed down in the tent when it was dark and cooler outside and did are best to go to sleep...one thing we didn't think about.... are friend who went to the party earlier.... so we wake up in the morning and look out are tents and there's are friend sitting outside his tent...PISSED OFF!!!! he had to hitchhike home in the dark desert.... and didn't have fun cause the whole night he spent it looking for us at the party so we spend some of the day just sitting in the shade and swimming until it got cooler out and we started packing up got into the non air conditioned tiny car with are loads of blankets and junk on are laps sweating and sticky and Gross and started on are drive home... it was awkward at first not much talking but we explained to our friend what happened with me and he understood but i think the best part of are trip was the ride home cause on the way home it started raining and it was cold and it felt sooo good and we were just laughing about it all and playing around but lets just say i had never been happier to be home and to sleep in my own bed in my air conditioned house... - Jamie |
| When I went to Eureka I went to go camping in the Redwood forest. The ride took like 5 hours, and I went to a little place to get coffee and hot chocolate. when I got my hot chocolate I burnt my tongue ,and I dropped it all over my pants it hurt so bad. Then my mom wouldn't buy me another 1 ,and I felt icky the whole rest of the way until we got to our campsite.I decided to ride my bike because I was bored when I came down the hill I fell into a ditch and my knee caps were all bloody. Then my mom had to put some ointment on ,and it stung really bad.That night we where roasting mash mellows ,and I was roasting mine I burnt my finger it hurt like heck.The next morning I had mosquitoes bites the size of quarters, and guess what my mom had to put some ointment on me ,as you guessed, it stung.Then we decided to stay in a cabin to avoid the mosquitoes.Then we relaxed in the cabin on the nice comfy bed.Soon we ate dinner it tasted nasty like food out of the garbage ,but my mom made me eat the garbage food.Yuck! In the morning we had a TV dinner, GROSS.When the afternoon came we went to the river I made a friend I forget his name.Then we found a cave on the other side my mom wouldn't let me go.When I decided to go fishing I went to take a bathroom brake.When I came back my fishing pole was gone I saw something bubbling in the water I wanted to rip my hair out.On the way back I dropped a huge rock on my pinky finger I screamed soooooooo loud that I think that my voice was heard from 8 billion miles away.Then we went to bed that night I could not sleep because I heard a bunch of immature teenagers making stupid noises all night.In the morning I looked like I had a hangover.We were going to get ready to go to a new cabin I was playing horse shoes with my friend and he said 'happened to you look like you had a hang over'' I said' teenagers kept me up all night''.He said you look horrible said'' thanks man''.So then we went to the new cabin and it smelled like poop everywhere.There was a playground and when I went on the slide it was wet and I didn't have any more cloths left ,and there was no dryer. Finally it was time to go home ,and on the way back we ran out of gas ,and we where stuck on the road for an hour.We were Finally home ,and the first thing my mom says is ,now you have to do your chores now honey, be good ok then I'll give you your allowance of 2 dollars ,that's alot huh,,just perfecto - David, CA |
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was a fabulous summer get-away to Southern Florida in the season of 1996.
My family (mother, brother, two cousins, and an aunt) were flipping through
the brochures in the hotel lobby at the Sheraton when one particular pamphlet
caught our eyes. It's cover boasted bold acclamations of "Family Fun"
and "an enjoyable trip for any age." The pictures in the brochure
showed calming images of a quaint and quiet float down a wide, easy stream
in the comfortably secluded and lush-in-life Everglades. We made preparations
and set out the next day. What happened next is the same cliché that
many tourists find themselves inescapably ensnared in like witless spiders
in a merciless widow's web. In fact, that analogy isn't far off from the
truth of our journey into the swampy, depths of hell. We arrived at a small
clearing surrounded by swamp trees at the bank of the river. In the clearing,
was a giant Adam's apple with a skinny man attached, stretched lazily in
a lawn chair. My mother asked for two boats for a trip down-stream. He stood
slowly, like a sloth emerging from deep hibernation, and dragged his hard-worked
legs over to a tree with many low-hanging branches. Out of the tree, he
pulled two tiny, tin-can canoes and thrust them towards the water's edge.
We were expecting something more of a vast tour boat, but I suppose a tree
can only supply so much. He did, however, attempt to make up for the rustic
equipment by escorting us politely into our chariot river yachts. That is,
just before shoving us off, abandoned, with the heel of a muddy boot. He
did not accompany us, but rather waved goodbye from a distance to my mother
in her disbelief and gaping mouth. We made our way without confrontation
for a good ten minutes, despite the fact that our party consisted of two
adults and four children (aged 8-11) from northern New Jersey with nothing
but a pamphlet on the wild-life of the swampy everglades. Then came the
spiders, if that be an appropriate title for these mutated, fist-sized monsters.
Their webs were woven close to the water and stretched straight across the
river, from one swampy tree bank, to the other. So close to the river, in
fact, that we had to lay down or bend far over into the canoe to keep the
white, sticky, rope-size strands from entangling in our hair. However, it
was the bulging, hairy, spiders that swung down from their webs that really
made our skin crawl. We counted how far we had gone by the amount of webbed
death traps we passed, since those seemed to be the most consistent form
of navigation to which we had access. After about twenty webs, we came to
a round, lake-like opening. My aunt, who had since floated far in front
of us, was stopped in the clearing reading her pamphlet. She looked up and
stretched her voice across the space between us, "Did you know the
crocodiles in these waters can jump up to nine feet out of the water to drag their prey down back to the bottom?" "Crocodiles?" I thought, the closest encounter I had ever wished to experience with a crocodile was 200 yards away peeking behind a tall wooden fence at the Bronx Zoo. By the look on my mother's face, she agreed. We managed our tin canoe through a small outlet and continued on our voyage, until we felt the water stirring just a little too much for comfort. We turned to see a lumbering elephant of a tour boat powering toward us at a steady, intimidating pace. The crocodiles and spiders seemed like kittens and bunnies compared to the terrible power of this massive ship. Its bulk consumed the entire stream, so much, in fact, that we were forced nearly between the trees of our swampy surroundings. My mother clung indomitably to a skinny reddish tree. In her efforts to keep our little canoe out of the way of the massive ship, the front tip of our canoe gently floated towards the tree and tapped it. Ten little tree crabs skittered up from the base of the tree trunk. The waves from the ship caused us to tap the tree again. Ten little tree crabs skittered farther up the trunk, to make room for the fifty that took their place. Once more, our front end taps the tree. Ten little tree crabs skittered up nearly to the branch my mother's holding, followed by fifty behind them, and a hundred scramble up from the base to take their place. The man on the tour boat was a witty one, who quickly, and obnoxiously, comments on our pathetic situation, "and this woman to our right thinks she's holding onto a mangrove branch, but really it's a red mangrove python." The tourists laugh. My mother, however, as the unconquerable woman she is, quickly retaliated, "That's very funny, but what are you going to tell these people in the front when you hit those spiders webs up-stream?" Dead silence. The tour-guide knew that they really would be up against those hairy little beasts soon, and broke out into hysterical laughter. The tourists didn't think it was so funny. We picked our way through the rest of the trip with nothing more incidental than the tragic loss of my mother's sunglasses, a sworn testimony that my brother had seen a crocodile, and a few more spider-webs. The general consensus when we finally got to shore was that we'd all have a good laugh out of it one day. That day has yet to come. - Emily |
| When
i was about 12 or 13 my mom, dad, brother and I all flew to Las Vegas for
a ten day vacation. On our vacation we flew from our home town to Vegas,
and then drove from Vegas to Disneyland and then back to Vegas. Our first
two nights we stayed in Vegas there was a wind/sand storm, so we had to
stay inside the whole time. When we drove to Lake Havasu, it was pouring
down rain so we didn't really want to get out of the car. Our next stop
was the Grand Canyon where you would think our hotel would have an awesome
view. It was inches from the cliffs, but instead all we saw was the snow
that was coming down heavily. (we got four inches that night.) There was
also a 4.7 earthquake that woke me up that morning. When we went to drive
out of the Grand Canyon later that morning we couldn't because no one around
there knew what it ment to salt the roads, so they were too icy to drive
on. Leaving the Grand Canyon a day late we finally arrived at Disneyland
just to find out that it was closed due to a bomb threat. So instead of
three days riding the rides we only had one. Finally our long drive back
to Las Vegas, my brother came down with the flu. By the time we checked
into our hotel his temperature was 102.3 degrees so we couldn't do much
site seeing. As we checked our luggage at the airport, my brother pulled
out a "lucky medalion" that one of his friends had given him to
insure us a safe trip, and told us, "Welll i guess it really isn't that lucky!" Hmm... Ya think? - Stephanie |
| My girlfriend and I were planning a trip to Orlando Florida to visit some of her family and a friend of hers in August of 2004. The plan was to get a rental car, stay with her friend in Orlando the first two nights, and drive to her family's place in St. Petersburg for the last night, then back to Orlando to catch our flight back. This looked flawless on paper... and it was, but do things EVER turn out as we plan? Of course not. Hurricane Charley decided this would be a good time to hit Florida. Our flight was one of the last ones to make it into Orlando, which unfortunately meant that my girlfriend's friend's flight would not be making it in from Seattle where she was visiting a friend, which meant we had no place to stay our first two nights there. Finding a hotel was rather difficult due to all the people fleeing the coast from the hurricane. After a brief panic and a long search, we finally found a place that was maybe 3 miles down the road from Disney. So we got our rental car, getting completely drenched by the rain that comes with hurricanes and headed to our hotel. After a long wait in traffic, we finally reached our place. Once we got settled in, we decided to go get something to eat so we headed our looking for a restaurant, but every single place was closed because of the hurricane. We finally found a little Chinese take out place and got our food after another long wait (I honestly think this was the only place open on the whole strip). The next day was relatively easy going, we only managed to have a little bit of car trouble (apparently I did not realize your key won't start the car when the wheels are locked...) before we went out to buy our Universal Studios passes. The passes we got were 2 days passes with 1 day already used, so we had to wait in line at Universal Studios for a good half hour to get new ones that would actually let us in. Once inside, it rained off and on for most of the time. When we left that night to go to our car, something was wrong; it wasn't where we left it. After searching for 45 minutes in the garage and almost calling the police, we realized that we were on the wrong level and our car in fact had not been stolen. So the next day we headed to St. Petersburg to stay with my girlfriend's great aunt and uncle. When we get there we drop our things off and say hi, then slip out as quickly as we can to go to the beach. When we get there, we couldn't find a place to change so we take turns playing the "look-out" while we change in the car. She changed first, then me. As soon as I got out of the car, my girlfriend shut the door... which is great but it was locked and the keys were in my jeans that were inside the car. So we walked around until we could find a phone book, a place that would let us use their phone, and a locksmith that would charge less than $80 to come unlock the car. We finally found a relatively cheap one and sat and waited in the hot sun for them to show up. Later that night, my girlfriend's aunt and uncle insisted on me staying in a room with her 92 year old uncle (in separate twin beds) and my girlfriend staying with her aunt in their king sized bed. Early the next morning, her uncle started having heart trouble, so my girlfriend's aunt rushed him to the hospital and we followed behind them after we got ready and spent a little while there. All in all, we never knew where we were staying and never got to see the friend we had gone down in the first place to see. It was definitely an interesting trip! - Brian and Katie |
| I
was visiting Florida for spring break with my family, we decided to drive
down to Key Largo ( a 7 hr. drive from where we were staying) so while we
were down there we decided to go snorkeling where I got stung by a jellyfish.
At the end of the night we walked back to the car that we borrowed from
a friend, and of course... the car won't start, it was an old car and it
had an old security lock, we waited 3 hours for a tow truck and it took
him 3 hours to figure out what was wrong with the car, so we got the tow
truck to drive us back for 700 bucks in which there was only 2 seat (one
for the driver and one passenger) there were for of us so my brother and
sat on a bench which was right above the engine and was about 200 degrees - Anonymous |
| Well...my
sis had come to visit us in idaho from kansas and her and our mom decided
that her 3 step kids should stay and visit for a month, and we would drive
them home afterwords and visit there for a week. Well the month passed pretty
darn fast and it was pretty good besides my psychotic neice named Keisha
who had been stealing from us and saying she saw the devil in the sky (haha)
i thought that was god what's up with that!? Anywho we decided that the
car wouldn't fit 7 people in it going from idaho to kansas, So we took the
van. Well we got a couple hours from being half way to Kansas when we broke
down in the middle of nowhere where there was hardly any traffic at all!!
We had over heated, but luckly we had 2 gallons of water in the back so
we let the van cool down and put water in it....we sat there for 2 hrs and
not many cars had gone by and the ones that did, didn't stop. It was in
the middle of the summer and we were in the dessert so remember it was HOTTT!!!
When we finally made it to a big city the van broke down once again! So
we all said screw it and walked around until we found a hotel to stay in.
We paid to stay one night and called my sis in kansas to let her know that
we had broke down, she came and picked us up but since it took an entire
day to drive to where we were we had to stay 2 extra nights so she could
take a break from driving. The next day we walked back to the van and were
tempted to call a tow truck but instead we saw a car mechanic right accross
the street from where we broke down at. So we walked over there and asked
someone to look at the van. They then told us it would cost alot to fix
it which we didn't have, and then explained that mini vans constantly break
down and aren't good for road trips, thats when we decided to just trash
the thing. After that we went out to eat. My neice Keisha ate really slow
then headed to the bathroom right after she ate... i was done by then so
i followed. Come to find out my neice is anerexic! That was just great!
Anyways we headed back to the hotel and waited for my sis, when she got
there we were all happy (lol). Then when we got to her house all was fine
and everyone was happy to see eachother. Me and my sis had talked and everyone
decided it would be cool to move in with eachother since they lived on a
military base and we could all travel together. Well my mom took my 2 brothers
and rented a moving truck and headed back to idaho to pack all of our stuff.
That took her about a month to rent out the house and pack and all that
good stuffs. So my sis enrolled me and my younger sis into school, that
went pretty good. My mom had finally got back and we started unpacking and
putting stuff away. Then stuff started going down hill and my mom started putting money away so we could move out when my sis found that out she wasn't happy and she started causing trouble. One night we decided on pizza for dinner but when they wanted us to all eat me and my lil sis were watching a movie in our room "that we shared". I was the oldest so only i was allowed to eat in my room but i asked my mom if we could both eat upstairs and she said yes. about 5 mins after being upstairs i heared yelling and hitting.....well my sis got in my moms face so mom through the pizza in hers and then they really got into it. Mom came upstairs and said sis (gina) had kicked us out so i went and asked the neighbors if we could stay over at their house. Then gina went over there yelling at her neighbors saying thats not allowed on base although we stayed at her house (haha). Anywho we stayed at the neighbors for a week and my mom went back to idaho taking all of our stuff so i stayed in kansas with our dogs. About a month later my mom came back and picked me and the dogs up. it only took us 2 days to get back to idaho so that night we stayed at a truckers stop...oh god was that cold!!! We got home and had no car no furniture what-so-ever! we were living like that for about 1 yr straight!!! It wasn't very fun....but we learned (lol) - Krysta |
| Our vacation to Costa Rica started out alright. At our last resort the weather was really nice so I decided to go out to the pool. I put on sunscreen and sat out for a few hours, which was a few hours too much. My legs turned purple and blistered. For our last few days I could barely walk because of the pain. The night before we left was Christmas Eve. Unknown to us, the tradition in Costa Rica is to shoot guns into the air on Christmas Eve, all night long. Every time I would fall asleep I would be awaken by a gun shut not much later. Finally asleep around 1 am, an earthquake hit. It wasn't a very large quake, but because of the large active volcano not far in the distance I spent the rest of the night awake, thinking about the fact that earthquakes can cause volcanos to go off. At 5 am we left for the airport. We got on a plane to go to Miami and everything seemed like it would end up alright. But once in Miami, our plane got delayed. Then the flight was cancelled. By the time this happened, there were no more flights back home that day. So after flying four hours to Miami, and spending about six hours at the airport, we were told to go stay at a hotel for the night and come back in the morning. And that was my Christmas day in 2003. - Anonymous |
| WOW! I had the worst vacation EVER! I though I would have a great time on a warm, calm, quiet beach. Hahahaha, I was wrong. When we got to the hotel, The whole place we were staying in was 1 room with a bathroom. It had 2 SMALL beds scrunched in together. So we went out on the beach, It was freezing cold, we couldn't even swim! So we went back inside the hotel. Later, we went to bed, we barely got through the night with the small beds. The next day was ok, it was warm, but EVERYONE on the beach was shooting off fireworks every way, one actually hit me! IT HURT! We went to play a game of golf, it rained. We tried to walk to the pier, a mile away on the beach, when we got there, no one was there. So we had to walk all the way back to the hotel and do nothing, b/c obviously there was nothing left to do. Our vacation was the worst day of my life! - David from Georgia and I'm 13.. |
| When i was like 6 or 7, I went to disneyworld with my aunt and uncle and two cousins. One day my uncle took me and his 2 kids down to the pool in the campground we were staying in. I kept asking him to take me to the bathroom, and he just kept telling me to wait a few more minutes.....i guess I couldn't wait any longer, and I went # 2!!!!!!!! in the pool. yes, it looked like a baby ruth floating in the water :-) - Jen. |
| My vacation stunk. i go down the shore to lavallette and then it starts to pour when we get there. later when im unpacking i trip over the stairs with a bunch of clothes that fall all over me. then have to put it all back in the bags. the next day i buy a bb gun and i shot a cop car that was undercover in a truck, but luckily i was hiding on the roof. later when we go to the beach we can't go in the water because it was to rough. on our way home our car ran out of gas and we were stuck there for another hour. we eventually got home and right after that i went to my cousin's house and fell of my bike and then my ankle got stuck in the bike chain and i got 11 stitches. That's my bad vacation - Anonymous. |
| I probably had the worst vacation ever known to man! My family and i saved up a lot of money so we could go on a vacation to Door County, Wisconsin. The day before we left, we found out that our cat was very sick, but we left on our vacation anyway because our neighbors were taking care of our cat. We drove like 6 hours in the pouring rain. When we got to our "hotel" we were disgusted. First of all, it was under construction. Secondly, it was raining so we couldnt go swim in the outdoor pool. Lastly, the hot tub and pool inside were broken! We got into our hotel room and it was gross. It smelled like barf. There was no cable T.V., and there was a big iron burn on the carpet! How gross! We went out to dinner which was o.k but when we got back, we had a mesage. It was our neighbors and they told us that our cat had died. Yeah, that was pretty sad. So here we were, in a dump, our cat died, the rain wasnt going to stop, and we couldnt get a refund on our hotel room. - Anonymous. |
| It's September of 2003. My father had just gotten his yearly bonus of $10,000 from the US Air Force retirement plan. Currently, the army was having a discount on Disneyland tickets: 3 day passes for really cheap; they were also giving out free Sea World tickets. Since my brother, David, is in the army, my dear old dad decided to ask my brother if he would buy the Disneyland tickets and get some Sea World tickets. So far, me, my brother's Sam and David, David's wife, Holly, and their son Nate are coming along for the trip. Since we live in Oregon and David and his family live in Washington, we decide to drive down to California. I had been staying up in Washington with my brother for the summer. When we drive down to Oregon, we find that my father had invited his friend Louisa, and her three kids, the spawns of Satan himself. To give a little background on Louisa. Louisa is a "born- again" Christian, yet she still smokes, and drinks. She has had 5 children alltogether, with 3 different fathers. Her youngest three, which are still living with her, are little helliants. They are 5, 7, and 9. She never punishes them, feeling that punishment is wrong, so they just run all over the place. So, my brother David decides to go along with it for now. We continue on our trip down to California. About halfway to the city of Anaheim ( by now it's nearly dusk on the first day ), my brother's car breaks down. My father takes one quick look at the engine ( he was a mechanic in the Air Force ) and notices nothing wrong at the moment. My dad's friend, Louisa gets out of my dad's maroon ChevyVan 20 and places her hands on my brother's newly bought beige Ford Focus, right on the hood. She then begins to zealously pray saying "LORD! HEAL THIS CAR! HELP THESE GOOD PEOPLE AND FIX THIS MACHINE, LORD, WE BESEECH YOU!" ( oh yeah, did I forget to mention she's increadibly zealous ). My brother tells my dad to go to a Wal-Mart that they had seen nearby to get a car battery and see if that fixes the problem temporarily. I decide to wait with my brother and his family as my dad drives off. We wait..... and we wait...... and we wait..... for about 4 hours. Night had arrived about 3 hours earlier and my 3 year-old nephew had fallen asleep in his car seat. My dad finally arrives...... with McDonald's hamburgers and no car battery. My brother does what he should have done in the first place, he calls On-Star and tells them to send a tow-truck. I then go with my dad and we stop in some town for the night. My brother David calls later the next morning and tells Dad that the alternator had blown. They spent the night in a completely different town and their car wouldn't be repaired until 11am. So my dad, me, my brother Sam, Louisa, and her three kids, drive off to Anaheim. We book our hotel and spend some time lounging, me trying to spend as much time away from Louisa as possible. David meets up with us a few hours later and gets his room. The next morning, David and his family are off bright and early, while I'm stuck back at the hotel with my Dad, waiting on Louisa, who's taking her sweet time getting ready to leave. By the time we leave, it's already 10am, the gates had been open for a whole 3 or 4 hours. So we get our tickets and head in, I split as fast as I can, hanging around only long enough for my dad to give me some cash. I say "Thanks" and head off to look for David and Holly. I find them relatively quickly wandering around Toon Town with their son. We stop to eat chilibowls for lunch and then continue on to other attractions. Some of the good rides were shut down; the Haunted Mansion, Thunder Mountain, and some other ride were all closed, so I was really bummed. At least the Pirates of the Carribean weren't closed, so we went on that ride a few times because my nephew loved it so much. After hours and hours of walking, we decide to head on back to the hotel. My dad had spent all day doting on Louisa's kids and ignored my nephew, his own grandson, the entire day. We order in for dinner from some really bad Italian place; the spaghetti is too dry, the bread is too hard, and the pizza is burnt. After diner, we laze about a little bit, the hit the sack. The next day is a relaxation day, just hanging out by the pool and chatting. The next day, I wake up early to leave with David and his family. We get to Disneyland right as the gates are opening. Since we don't have to stand in line for our tickets, we just get our stubs scanned and walk right on in. We head to different attractions and eat lunch. After lunch, we decide to go over to Disney's California Adventure's theme park. Turns out it's a great deal of nothing, not too many rides, most of which are pretty lame, so we go back over to Disneyland for the rest of the day. Near the end, we decide to go down the little area that separates Disneyland from California Adventure's that has tons of shops running down it. We check out several shops and buy some stuff. Then we go back to the hotel. The next day, the plan is to drive down to Sea World and have some fun there. We get down to Sea World and we start having some fun. About halfway through the day, all the walking around started having an affect on my sister-in-laws shins and legs, so we decide to go to the hotel early. When we are on the road heading back to the hotel, their car breaks down again! They call On-Star and get it towed to the nearest mechanics. Turns out the cracked an engine block this time and it's gonna take several weeks before they can get the parts they need to reapair the damage.&nb sp; So they give my brother a rental car that he can drive up to Washington and return it there when he gets his car back. So we go back to the hotel and eat diner and go to bed. The next day we go back to Disneyland for our third and final day. I go back to all of the attractions that I liked the best and ride them over and over throughout the day, skipping lunch because I was having so much fun. We go back to the hotel at the end of the day, and we pack our things. All throughout this time, Louisa's kids have been brats. The next morning we pile our stuff in and I decide to drive home with my dad. On the way back through California, my dad's van breaks down. There was a loose connection on the battery. While my dad was trying to tighten the connector, the wrench slips from his hand and hits the brake line, cause a circuit to flow and eats a hole through part of the break lines. At this time, we were on top of a hill of some sort. My dad does up a make-shift cover for the break line, but it still leaks some. He decides to go with it and we start on our way. So now we're going downhill with minimally working brakes; I was scared for my life. We stop at a rest stop and I decide to switch over to my brother's car. Partway into Oregon we lose track of my dad and my brother decides to spend the night in Ashton. The next morning we make the final leg of the trip back to Eugene, were my family lives. The drop me off and hurry on their way back to Washington. So, on this trip there have been 3 car malfunctions, 3 brats, 1 religious zealot, 1 leg problem, 1 ignorant grandfather, and some really bad Italian food. - Anonymous. |
| My family was on a two week vacation in Canada over this past summer. The vacation was going very well, until we decided to go out for Chinese food one night. The first course we ate was a seafood soup. The soup tasted really good, so I finished off two bowls. About a half hour later, my stomach started to hurt, so I went to the bathroom. All of the sudden I started coughing a lot, and feeling like my throat was closing up. I went back to the table with my family, and told one of my parents that I felt like I couldn't breathe. At first, they didn't bother with it, because I am a bit of a hypochondriac. Then I stopped breathing for about 25 seconds, and began to hit my mom in order to get her attention. My parents immediately decided to bring me to the hospital. Once we got there we realized that I had an allergic reaction to the seafood soup. I had to stay in the hospital getting shots and medications until 3 A.M. Finally, we got back to the hotel and fell asleep--only to be awoken by the hotel fire alarm 3 hours later. We had to evacuate the hotel and wait outside for about an hour and a half, and it was really cold. I still felt the effects of some of the benadryl given to me at the hospital, and my whole family was still worn out from a long night. At 7:30 we finally found out that the fire alarm had been pulled by a four year old, and it was safe to re-enter the hotel. - Anonymous. |
| Hey I'm Amanda and i want to tell you about my worst vacation ever. Well it all started when my parents told me i was going away to camp all summer. I wanted to stay home with my friends and just hang out and chill. Well the first day i did not know anyone it was so embarssing to play any of the games. This one game when you were on stiltz and you have to run from one end of the hiking path to the other to get a puzzle piece. Everyone took turns on the team and we were doing really great we were in first place and almost going to win than it was my turn. I got up on the stiltz and was very shacky I still have not made any friends yet and I wanted to impress everyone. So i started running and I was ahead of the other girl. Than when i bent over to get the last puzzle piece i fell over the table breaking it and everyone was laughing to get worse i rolled down the little hill to the bottom and fell in the nasty pond filled with gross animal things an d it was really stinky. Two campleaders came down and helped me up and I took the stiltz off and when i got back where everyone else was they were all looking at me than all at once they started laughing. That night and just about everynight for the next week everyone called me trip n's stick. So for about a couple of days this name went on until we went swimming in the big lake. I was not feeling good that morning and felt really sick to my stomach and did not want to go but i could not stay in the cabin by myself so I had to go. I got dressed and we all headed out to the lake. There was alot of people there was even some other people from another camp but they were guys. As everyone was swimming i sat under a tree and just watched because i still was not feeling well. Than a guy named Jacob came over and asked if i wanted to go on the paddle boat with him and a couple of girls from my cabin i said o.k. Than they started rocking it very much and i fell out because i was sitting on t he side i tried getting back in the boat but i could not reach over. I swam back to the shore and when i got out a couple of girls behind me were laughing than more people started laughing and pointing than i turned and looked and i lost my shorts in the water. The shorts i was wearing were a little big for me and when i fell off the boat and started to swim they fell off and got lost i was so embarassed!!!! After that summer i never went back...... - Amanda. |
| Once we went to Florida, and everything started out well. Then one day we were out doing something and i had to go to the bathroom. I went in one of those big handicap bathrooms, and while i was going and handicapped lady just hapened to come in. She had to go really bad, so i was forced to run out of the bathroom without even having time to pull up my pants. It was sooo embarassing!! I will never forget that vacation! Airy. - |
| Hi, may name is Angela, I live in a small town in southern new jersey and I have experienced more than my fair share of bad vacations. Our most recent vacation began at in the beginning of August around 10:00 pm, involving my entire family which consists of mom, dad, 19 year old sister, me- age 17, 13 year old brother, his friend who had enough stories for the entire car ride, and of course one screaming toddler. If this doesn’t amount to a happy crew… add our oversized, gassy yellow lab. We loaded up our mini van, boat trailer and all , followed of course by mom’s economy car with the prospect of arriving in the northern-most part of Maine possible. Needless to say, our first rest stop did not even bring us out of the county. It wasn’t long before dad needed calisthenics and the baby was throwing up. We first got lost entering New York, one hour out of the way. After many more similar rest stops including canine vomit, diarrhea and good old fashioned big macs, we made it to Maine… just 16 hours later!!! –the last three hours of which involved driving through the rain, with scenery resembling that of south jersey. Ah, we arrived at the “log cabin”! Dad was of course ecstatic to finally see the cabin in person, the internet pictures were getting old. We were greeted by the only two people residing in the county, excluding of course their home health aides. They were glad to see our dog, as they had several large dogs. Us kids decided to go check out the lake, with the dock and fire pit we had looked forward to. Once we struggled over the broken glass onto the inflatable ramp jetting out into the pond the tears began. Things only improved at the sight of our cabin. Few words can describe our emotions as we entered our “shelter”. Please keep in mind our party of 7 plus “the dog” when I describe the three bedroom ‘house’. We walked up cinder-block stairs into a termite’s utopia. Fleas ins tantly attached to our skin to suck up every last positive thought we had. The rain droned on as my mother attempted to make do in the kitchen. Dad was unloading the car and the boys were choosing their plywood bunk beds up a staircase resembling that of the family club house. I was quick to make some conclusions of my own, none of us were to use the bathroom for fear of odors contaminating the whole house and no one over 100 lbs should walk up the stairs or attempt any of the bunk beds for fear of collapse. Once my mom discovered the mice, it was time for a family talk. We were quickly instructed not to unpack anything or of course not to lie down on the beds. Our rashes and flea bites were spreading rapidly as we all lined up for a family hose down with bug spray. We all pretty much knew that we could not spend TWO WEEKS in the clubhouse, except for of course the family friend who would not stop talking about how great it was, as he plumped down on the “sleeper sofa”, translation- park bench and rummaged through the kitchen drawers, translation- fisher price kitchen set. So mom and dad braved the storm and hit the road once more to find a, uh, stronghold. In the time they were gone we cried excessively, careful not to touch walls or linens, you see the termites were starting to show and we had already accumulated enough as far as rashes were concerned. When mom and dad returned they had great news, they had a found a house we could stay at for one week. Whew!! What a relief. So, we loaded up into the mini van again, rounded up the kids and the dog and were back on the road in less than ten minutes. We found ourselves a safe haven in a small two bedroom house, bug-free and sturdy! Day Two- Day two started out as a normal vacation day. Trouble came around noon when dad asked me to help get the boat we had trailed behind the van in the water. I was excited at the prospect of finally being allowed to drive somewhere, after playing passenger for nearly 16 hours the day before. So, I dropped dad off at the boat ramp and attempted the ten minute drive back home. This would be my first time driving a minivan with a boat trailer in tow, but I knew I could handle it. Dad had given me directions and after all, there’s just about only one road in all of northern Maine. What I didn’t realize is that even with one road, there’s a right way and there’s a wrong way. I followed my directions at first, but then came to second guess myself and decided to stop a fellow motorist for some confirmation. When I told this zealous 16 year old the town we were staying in s he excited replied that that’s where she was going to, so I decided to follow her. Two hours later, I began to realize that this may not have been the best idea. I pulled into a run down dairy freeze to ask the good citizens of Maine where in the !@#! I was. They told me that to get to the town I was looking for I should go about two hours in the other direction. My would be serial killer noticed I stopped following her at this point and turned around to come and collect me again. The tears welled up in my eyes, for the second day in a row and I ran to my minivan, pulled a u-turn (cracking the bumper of my car with the trailer) and sped away. When I arrived back at home I found one worried mother and one annoyed sister sitting on the screened in porch communicating with my dad via walkie talkie, who was communicating with the state police. Ah, day one- and an amber alert already!!! I ducked into the shower to avoid police questioning and they called off the troops. Day Three- On day three my dad, sister and I decided to venture out and play tourist in northern Maine. You’d think that would end the day, but nooo we could find something to do. We walked around town and discovered a flier for scenic flights, guaranteed to see bear and moose!! What fun! So we were introduced to our 17 year old pilot and jumped aboard your typical plane. I seemed to be the balsy one at the time, jumping in front… leaving my nervous sister and 250 lb dad in the back seat to fend for themselves. The plane took off and we soared through the air for approximately thirty seconds before my sister asked, over our head sets, for something to vomit in. David, the pilot told her where to find the three barf bags stored n the plane. As soon as he mentioned only three bags I knew we were in trouble. This pilot surely could not comprehend what my sister was capable of! Imagine the shock on our faces as the sound of my sister vomiting was transmitted through each of our ear pieces from the microphone hanging directly in front of her mouth. I quickly instructed her not to throw up on her headset as the smell of her vomit engulfed the cabin, enforcing my dad to ask young David if he could please crack a window. Now young David was typical of most northern Maine teenage boys and had not seen a female in quite some time. David felt the need to impress the young ladies in his cabin and continued to circle the lake in pursuit of some animal to impress us all, as my dear sister rapidly went through all of our vomit bags. We simultaneously requested a landing as David continued to circle the lake. We never did see that guaranteed moose or bear. To increase the quality of the day, we still had the ride home to get through which consisted of pulling over every coupl e of miles so my sister could throw up again. On one such stop, we were approached by a state trooper, who my dad immediately recognized from yesterday’s adventure. He was quick to introduce me as his “missing daughter” and explained that yes that was his other daughter, hanging out the sliding van door vomiting. The cop seemed okay with this, I can only assume this is normal Maine activity. Day Four- The hits kept coming! Somehow we all decided to spend the day together on a little trip into Canada. We loaded up, with our walkie talkies of course, to keep the communication going between vehicles. As we approached the border my dad’s car went first and was asked the routine questions, “Have you ever been to Canada?”, dad of course replies, “Yes, my wife and I came up a couple years ago, she’s in the car behind us.” Now this would all be so routine, if or course my mom hadn’t decided to lie to the border police. So when asked if she had ever been to Canada she decided to say no. Her thinking was, we were only there for a couple of hours, and it doesn’t count. I guess the guards felt that if the two stories didn’t match there must be a problem, go figure. So we were all asked to park in some immigrant lot and wait for special clearance before we could cross the border… way to go mom! Day Five- Onto day five! You have to understand that this vacation was much anticipated by all family members. The preparation involved my sister purchasing a $250.00 kayak that she just couldn’t wait to get in the water. So, she sent my dad out to navigate a course for her kayaking debut to take place. My job was to pick her up at the end of her four hour adventure. She hit the water around 10:00 and we scheduled the pick up for 2:00. I set out to get her in my mom’s car for the ten minute drive into town. Typical of my absent mindedness when I got to my destination I realized I had forgotten the ropes to tie the kayak to the roof, so I pulled into parking lot and did another one of my famous u-turns. When I arrived back at the pick up point I found my big sis in tears. She was screaming something like, “Can you see me, am I alive?” I reassured her that with all that screaming her lungs were surely functional, and no she was not invisible to me. She all but threw the kayak onto the roof of mom’s clown car and instructed me to floor it. I knew something just was not right; I had just obtained my junior driver’s license and knew no life-loving, level-headed person would ask me to drive, let alone tell me to drive fast. As I drove the tears streamed down her face and she told her tale. She had been kayaking along when she noticed the speed of the water beginning to pick up. She wasn’t nervous at all, like me earlier she thought she could handle just about anything. When the slow moving water turned to rapid-like waves her heart ra te jumped a bit, but she rationalized that dad had mapped out her route with his boat earlier… it would be fine, just a little rapids. Now, when the kayak faced it’s first water fall I guess she played into her nervousness a tad bit. I imagine that panic really struck when her kayak turned upside down, trapping her underwater as her head was bashed repeatedly against rocks on the bottom of the river. She washed up on shore where she woke up a little later… no doubt questioning her lucidity. Once she found that she could not determine whether she was dead or alive she decided to just paddle on and see what happened when I came to pick her up. I guess I confirmed her death when I pulled into the parking lot, looked around and headed back to home. My dear sister assumed that she had died in this unfortunate accident and was now a mere ghost. I did my best to console my big sis, engaging in a number of test to prove to her that she was indeed still alive, suffering from a minor head injury, but alive nonetheless. I guess I must include that the kayak is sitting in my back yard and has not seen another waterfall, let alone water since this expenditure. My dad has also issued a helmet rule, for all those who choose to attempt kayaking in the near future. Day Six- By day six my sister and I had exhausted the majority of our options for Maine activity. My sister feared loosing her life and I was no longer allowed to travel much. Our typical day consisted of ER at 10:00 followed by various episodes of Newly Weds. We also were sharing a bed at night and getting a tad bit sick of spending so much time together. Each day we would venture into “town” and attempt to befriend the locals. They couldn’t quite comprehend all, if any of what we were saying, we often had to reduce our output of about 2,500 words per minute to somewhere around thirty. But we still asked the same questions every day, which were always accompanied by the same reply. Us: So, what is there to do for fun around here? Them: Do ya’ll drink? We tried different grocery stores everyday, rotating back and forth between the two of them, located strategically across the street from each other. Then, dismayed we’d return back to the cabin to our Newly Weds reruns. On day six, we decided to spice things up and bake! We made the daily trip to the grocery store (which by the way sold anything from dirty romance novels, to fishing hooks, to Swanson meals.) in pursuit of cake mix and icing. We came back to the cabin, mixed that sucker up and threw it in the oven, setting the timer for the prescribed 45 minutes. After 45 minutes we ran to the over with glassy eyes and rumbling stomachs. We pried open the oven, displaying our pot holders to find cake batter with the exact same consisten cy it had when we put it in the darn over. The oven didn’t work. Go figure. We resorted to expand our circle of friends and attempt to borrow the neighbor’s oven. They did provide us with some helpful tips for surviving our vacation… instructing us to try kayaking down the river or visiting Canada for a day… wish I had thought of that… Day Seven- Ah, time to scrounge around for new shelter! The whole family decided to move the vacation to southern Maine in order to prevent another 16 hour drive home. My sister’s boyfriend and his family had been vacationing just a few hours south and had found another house for us to stay at. The prospect of moving to a possibly more exciting location excited me, but it meant I would lose my sister to her boyfriend’s family. As happy I was to get my own bed for the next week, I wasn’t ready to lose my only friend… and there would be no TV. Luckily, once we moved things seemed to improve. My days involved watching DVDs on my sister’s lap top, which she thankfully donated to me before her departure to her new cabin. I would leave bed about once a day to go down to the general store for the usual question, “So, what do you guys do for fun around here.” And I of course maintained the usual answer. There were slightly more exciting days, like trips to the laundry mat where I could make friends with all the middle age divorcees. And my sister tried to help us out with invited back to her cabin for diner. On one such diner when I was finally feeling as though we were on a normal vacation my family felt the need to pull me right back to reality… We were driving home from dinner, we meaning me, mom, dad, my brothers, the friend and the dog, when we noticed something unusual up ahead. The entire road was engulfed in smoke. Unsure of our next step we continued onward. After a couple seconds we decided we should check it out since it was pretty desolate area in which a fire could go unreported for a while. So dad pulled the typical u-turn nearly flipping the van. The kids screamed the dogs barked and we raced towards our would be fire. Dad sprang to action, after countless episodes of third watch, as we approached a smokey house. Dad threw the van in reverse and busted into the stranger’s home. In the excitement someone hit the button to open the van’s power sliding door and one excited yellow lab tumbled out, barking and chasing these poor people’s dogs. I can only imagine what happened as my dad broke into these people’s home, sprawled on the floor, crawling on his stomach… ready for the big search and rescue. The scene that engulfed before my eyes was that of your typical Maine resident with all of three teeth, wearing cut-offs and a flannel shirt, long pony tail over one shoulder… with of course, a pesticide spraying kit strapped to his back. You see, Maine residents have yet to hear of Cancer and still find it necessary to spray pesticide for bugs. I can’t figure out how dad explained his presence in this man’s house, or how they broke up the dog fight that night, but I do know how my hands looked as I hid my face in them. So, that about sums it up… I’ll leave the car ride home up to your imagination; it’s fair to assume that we saw a great deal of rest stops. Oh, and by the way… we did see that moose while we were there. It was dead on the side of the road on our way home, and no I didn’t hit it. - Angela. |
| My family have lived in New Jersey for my entire life. I am 20 years old. My oldest sister moved out to Wyoming after she graduated college. She met the man of her dreams there and they decided to get married in Wyoming. Thus begins the story that my family has affectionatlly donned "The National Lampoon's Wedding". To begin, my moms best friend was dropping me, my mom, my dad, my middle sister, my aunt and my cousin off at the airport in our own car. Once Janine had already left with our car my dad realized that he had not brought with him, out of the car, his wallet which had his license in it. We tried to call Janine but she had not brought her cell phone with her. No Problem, we thought, since she didn't live to far from the airport. She would be home soon and we could call her. Janine decided to go to the Supermarket instead of going straight home not knowing of our dilemma. My father somehow got through security (perhaps with his military backround?). Once on the 5 hour flight to Denver, (and i realize this is more information that you needed to know- but it adds to the crappiness of the vacation) All 5 women in our group got their periods. Since my sister had bought her wedding gown in New Jersey I was to carry it onto the plane and it weighed a lot. We also had to carry the bridemaids dresses and my moms dress. When we finally arrived at the airport in Denver we were to meet up with my Uncle. His flight was delayed about 2 hours. Before arriving in Denver we had already set up 2 rental cars, one for the older people and one for the younger girls. My mother, however, somehow let herself get talked into combining all of us into one car. When we arrived at the car we realized that it did not even have enough seats in the car to fit all of the poeple in our group. we then had to wait as my mom changed her rental back to the two cars she had originally rented. We were excited to see that one of our cars was a P.T. Cruiser, thinking that might be fun to drive. However while leaving the car rental place my mom drove over the spikes and kept driving. we got a few miles away before a handsome man rolled down his window and motioned to us. we, being a car full of women were all flattered that he would be trying to get our attention, until we realized that he trying to tell us that one of our tires was flat. We pulled over and called the rental place. they told us we would have to drive slowly back to the rental place with the flat tire and switch it for a new car. When we called my oldest sister to inform her of our troubles, she began crying as many brides do when their wedding ideas arent going as well as they had hoped. Once we got the car set up we set out on our 8 hour drive to Buffalo, Wyoming. Once we arrived we realized that everyone there thought that we as a family were insane because we are pretty loud and we laugh and talk a lot. apparantly these poeple weren't as outgoing as us. My sisters wedding was scheduled for May, 19. It was to be an outdoor wedding. But, alas, nothing can go right. It snowed. And so Katie's wedding was moved to the attic of the "Wagon Box Inn". In order to get anything at all we had to drive over an hour to the closest Wal-mart which wasnt exactly what we had hoped for our wedding gift locale. In order to get shoes we went to find a JC penny in the area. when we did find it we were a bit confused that the sign was made of cardboard and strategically placed next to a liqour store with a drive through window. During the ceremony of my sisters wedding she was saying her vows and said "Until Death do us part" and a cross fell down. Otherwise we had a great time. :) We really did enjoy ourselves inspite of all the crap that happenend. We were able to luagh through all the drama and enjoy ourselves. I was once quoted as saying "this is the best worst time of my life." and it really was. - Anne. |
| My name is Jessica... i live in Illinois and I had a baby in April of 2004. I went on vacation with my son in July 2004 so he can meet my father and his family. First off, on the way there, i missed my connecting flight because my first plane came in late... so i had to wait in an airport for 4 hours with a three month old for another flight.. When i arrived finally at the Norfolk airport, i went to the alamo station to find out that they had no more cars of the class i reserved, so they had to give me a compact car, when i paid for an suv because they only had three cars left... i never got a refund from them. then i got lost driving to my grandfathers house because i have never flown in to norfolk airport before, so i had no idea where i was going.. and the directions that i was given were very confusing, and so i go to virginia beach by the way. It rained most of the days i was there and i didnt like the fact of taking my son out into the rain unless i absolutely had to. So the day before i left , my grandfather invited me to church with him (even though his religion is different than mine) so his church could "pray for the safety of the baby", so of course i said yes, but then i found out when i got there that what they wanted to do was christen my son without me even knowing... and without my fiance there with us. So that caused a big fight within my family and most of us still dont talk because of it... Last but not least, when i arrived back at midway i found out that my luggage bag was ripped beyond belief and i lost most of my stuff and they told me to fill out a form so they can replace everything missing, and i have never heard a word since.. i called them about it a month later and they said that they never received my form to thier office and that i have to write them and tell them everything that i put on the form, and i did that, and called them two weeks after and they said they have no record of me on that flight... so needless to say i wont be flying with them anymore. Thank you for letting me relive that painful vacation... it just sounds funny to me now (except me losing my stuff) - Jessica - Joliet IL. |
| Hi. I am 12 and about 6 months ago my dad, brother and dad's girlfriend (Andrea) were going on a trip about 2 hrs from the border of Tennessee to an aquarium. We live in Asheville North Carolina. Anyway we were taking Andrea's car which was not in the best shape, and my dad was driving. The day started out fine until my brother (Peter) and I got bored and hot. We started to fight so bad my dad pulled over till we quit. That was like a bad sign that the day was going to get worse or something. An hour later the car started to smoke and stopped. My dad uses some kind of special tape and tries to fix the broken pipe or whatever it was. He fixes it enough so that we can go get gas, eat lunch, and go to a Napa Auto Parts store to get another pipe. After we eat lunch we go to the store and dad starts to fix the car. It takes an hour, but it works. So we get back on the road and an hour later the car smokes again. This time we have time to pull off of the highway and into this parking lot. My dad looks under the hood and finds out that ANOTHER PIPE is broken. Plus across the street was a bar with a shooting range behind it and we were in a parking lot of another bar. And we were in the middle of nowhere. My dad then went into the bar and called a car place......that was an hour away. So we had to wait for the tow truck which took forever. Then when the guy (who was really fat) got there to tow our car to his place to get it fixed he took FOREVER to get it on the truck. So when he got it on all 5 of us had to fit in the front of a 3 seat truck. Anyway when we get to the place it takes an hour to fix. By now it is like six o clock so we get on the road to head home. But the car stops at a stop light. My dad has time to start it again before the light is green. So we pull into a gas station and call Andrea's parents who are like 4 hours away. They say that they are coming to pick us up. So we need something to do for the next 4 hours. We decide to go eat. When we are done eating we have got to go back to the car and wait some more.Finally though they come and pick us up. That has got to be one of the worst vacations I've ever had - Samantha. |
| A few years ago I went on vacation with my grandparents and some family memebers. Instead of flying down to florida, we decided to drive. A week before we were supposed to leave my grandpa bought a big secondhand conversion van so everyone could be comfy and so we all could fit. Were from Missouri so we were already through Illinois and into Kentucky when we had to stop for gas. We were pulling out of the gas station making a left onto the highway when our transmission went out. This caused me to spill my cappachino all over myself and we almost had a wreck. Luckily we pulled off to the side and asked some locals where the autobody shop was.It was only a few miles away so we were able to get our van over to it and waited for about 4 hours for it to get fixed. We had to walk a few miles in the freezing cold to the nearest grocery store and got our lunch. Eventually we were back on the road. We got through the rest of Kentucky & through most of Georgia and right in the middle of the highway our engine went out! Once again we were lucky and we managed to get our van over to the nearest autobody shop. We rented another car and my grandmother, my (at the time) 4 year old cousin, and I sat in the rental car for about 6 hours waiting. Our van got fixed and we made our destination: Florida. We got to our villa and everything seemed to be ok but on the third day of bieng down there my grandpa's wallet was missing... he had told my grandma not to bring credit cards so they didn't feel tempted so the only money there was for myself, my grandma, & my grandpa was in the wallet that was gone. Needless to say that was the worst vacation I've ever expierenced in my lifetime and i would never do that again! - Anonymous. |
| Ok, it's not really a vacation but a business trip. First of, I live in Virginia and the airport I'm going out of is in Baltimore, or BWI Airport. I leave from Woodbridge, VA at 3:30 pm, get stuck in traffic until about 6:30 and then go check in for a flight that leaves at 8:15 pm. That's fine, but I hate flying so I'm a nervous wreck the whole ride AND wait at the airport. I go check my bags in and discover that one of them weighs more than 50 lbs. - it was actually 70 lbs but hey, I had a lot of stuff to bring with me. So, luckily I had packed an extra bag but talk about ghetto when you're opening your bags up on the floor in front of the check in desk trying to reduce one bag below 50 lbs so you aren't charged 80 fricken dollars just to get it to your destination. Anyway... I do that, and go to security. Take of shoes, yadda yadda yadda. Well the one bag I packed had my purse and a laptop in there. I packed it so tight that air can barely get in there and the stupid security guard unravels my packing... so I had to REpack the bag again, which took about 20 minutes. Oy! Flight is fine... we land early! Yay, right? Hardly. We sit on the runway after landing for 45 minutes because all the gates are full. The pilot asks the passengers not to get out of their seats until we get to the gate and naturally, I had the worst case of gas ever. I try to burp it up but to no avail. I wind up blowing a hole in my seat and producing giggles out of the people around me. What's a girl to do? We finally are able to get off the plane and I haul my heavy 70lb bags over to the taxi station, only to find that I've gone to the side of the Las Vegas airport that has limo and shuttle services. I decide to get on the shuttle because by now it's almost midnight and I still have gas and NOW need to pee. I get on the shuttle and dude says he's going to stop at like 7 hotels before we get to mine, the Aladdin. Can I just get to my destination so I can rest for a minute? To think the worst is over is to be optimistic. Unfortunately, I couldn't be that. I get to the Aladdin about 30 minutes later and discover that my reservation has been screwed up. I'm only authorized to stay for one out of 7 days. I'm arguing with this person at the desk who is trying desperately to keep her cool but she doesn't realize that I spent the last NINE hours traveling. I'm pretty pissed. She goes and gets the quasi-supervisor who began to get frustrated with me. So of course you know I had to chew him a new one. My boss, the holder of the credit card for this reservation, hadn't arrived yet so she couldn't authorized any additional time until she got there. So I'm informed that I can stay the one night but will have to put the rest of the reservation on my own card or have her fax in an authorization form. By this time, now I have to go number 2. Just keeps getting better. So... by 1:30 am, I get into my room, for the one night until my boss arrives the next day and FINALLY get to use the facilities. I'm feeling a bit better but then discover that I've been placed in a handicapped room. I'm in Vegas for a convention which means a lot of walking and mucho standing. I want to soak my bones after all this is over with. There's no bathtub in this room they've placed me in. WHY!!!??? is all I could scream. I call down to the front desk and tell them that my bathroom has no tub. The idiot on the other end of the phone tells me that all the rooms have bathtubs. I say,"I'm looking right at it. There's no tub in this room." And he tries to argue! It finally dawned on him that I was placed in a handicapped room and tells me he'll put me in another room... BUT! I have to go get another key. HUH!?!?! "Heck no man, bring it to me!" I scream into the phone and they bring me a new key for my new room. So I've finally arrived to my room WITH a bathtub (I'm not knocking the handicapped but for someone that needs to soak, that sort of set up isn't going to work very well.) and call for my luggage. Well... I packed Febreeze and, yep, you guessed it. Everything in my bag is soaked through and through. I have no socks, no pajamas, no UNDERWEAR, nothing. I have to hang everything up to let it dry. That was 3 days ago and they STILL smell like Febreeze. At least it wasn't something onion scented otherwise, I'd just go home. I finally get to bed at 3 am only to turn around and get back up until six, run all day and get back to my room at 6 pm. Needless to say, I'm exhausted and the convention hasn't even started yet. What a trip! - Anonymous. |
| My name is Tiesha. My worst vacation was in the year 2002. me my two sisters my mom my dad and my brother were on our way to the train station so my mom was running so she wouldn't miss the train because the rest of us were on it all ready as she was running she dropped a lot of money so I told her and she thought it was a little but it was a lot so she asked the lady to tell the conductor to wait for a minute so she got on the train and then we were on our way to the air port.so my dad got our tickets so when they called our plane we went to the plane and they checked our tickets and they were the wrong tickets. so we drove to Florida it was fun until we went in the the waffle house in a southern only rasitism worked in there so my mom had to go to the bathroom after we ate. then we were getting ready to go and she remembered that she left her purse in the waffle house so she went back to get in and the workers thought we were trying to steal some thing so they called the police on use so the police started to throw every thing out of the car my mom started to cry but my dad told her to calm down.so then they saw we didn't do nothing so they just left and didn't apologize finally we go to Florida and we saw our house it was B-E-A-utiful but the only problem was some times we saw lizards near the pool they stopped coming after a while so every day when we wanted to do fun stuff out side it rained.the last day we were there was so scary it was a real bad storm so nobody was able to take the train until it stopped a lot people wanted to take the ferry so we took it too when we go home we called my grandma and ate finally the next day the lady who rented the house for the day we leave came so we had to leave early that was my worst vacation ever. - Anonymous. |