As I sit here having a table full of crap thrown at me, I think of how this vacation went wrong. How I probably shouldn’t have called the chef an ugly prank. But it happens, right? And it was most likely unappreciated when I dropped my neighbor’s cat off the balcony, but the thing was just staring at me too much. Or how we trip down the stairs, only to cause a chain reaction of people with luggage tumbling down. It was like lifesize dominoes, only better. It was phenomenal! Now I’m sitting, tied to a chair, being yelled at by a man with a Swedish accent, who is spitting like his only life goal is to be Niagara Falls. Still I’m continuously having stuff thrown at me. It’s an atrocious issue.

Written by Kayla Kibodeaux

Contributing Writer