So after 6 days in Florida I finally made it back home. But the ride back wasn't too fun.
O.K., well, my first flight to go to Atlanta got delayed. By like an hour. And Airtran, being the cheap dumbasses they are, had our layover scheduled for 40 minutes after we were supposed to get back. So we missed it. Then, and I am fucking serious, it took them 4 fucking hours to find our bags, with the worst customer service EVER. They were just completely retarded. Oh yeah, and by the time we finally got our bags (2:45 A.M.) the Hotel we were staying at stopped sending their shuttles. So we had to walk. A mile. And my dumbass stepmom put fucking 10 pounds(litterally, it was 12 pounds when we came, 22 when we left) of dirty clothes in my bag. My DUFFLE bag. With no cushioning whatsoever. Why the fuck couldnt she have one of her 3 bags (weighing 47 lbs., 34 lbs., and 25 lbs.) with WHEELS carry it? And what could have possibly gone wrong then? Well, I'll tell you. It started snowing. We finally got to the hotel and i just plopped down on the bed as soon as we got in the room. Then, 4 hours later, we had to wake up and go through the worst fucking security ever that we shouldn't have had to go through if fucking Airtran hadn't been dumbasses. We finally got through to the airplane and guess what? I had to sit inbetween two fat-asses who had to get up and go to the bathroom every 20 minutes. And then, I finally find out once we are in the car, my stepmom (AKA Sasquatch) was having a Christmas family dinner. So we had to go out and buy some shit for 4 hours before going back to the Sasquatch lair for 2 hours then leaving. and finally, half an hour ago, I am home at my real mom's house.
Oh yeah, and I have a question...