^ What a mess!
Glad everyone was able to eventually get back home, but that whole thing was pretty messed up. I hope your wife is feeling better now. Good luck with getting the whole trip refunded, everyone certainly deserves it.

Don't ya know? Everything is racist!Some more of those damn petitioners turned up in my store's parking lot. So I (POLITELY, I might add) asked them to leave.
They threw a bottle at me and called me a racist.
Ah, no, guys, I'm ordering you to leave because you can't fucking be here.
Then again, we live in a world where some people think MATHEMATICS is racist, so I guess we've already fallen down that rabbit hole.![]()
Drunk relatives at a family gathering, especially drunk relatives you haven't seen for 25 years and have never been close to to begin with.
We don't really speak to my dad's side of the family often, but it seemed like my grandma's 80th birthday would be a fairly normal affair, with only her sisters, their kids and their grandkids being invited, plus the two sons of her late partner she's on good terms with. Except that my dad's cousin, who is also my godfather, arrived too, despite my grandma's explicit request that he be stopped from entering unless he can sober up. Problem is, his sister couldn't muster the willpower to make him stay at home, and my grandma is also too much of a pushover to keep him out now that he was there. Despite him having arrived visibly drunk (and bleeding all over the place because he had the bright idea to shave while in that state), the restaurant kept serving him, and my grandma compromised by requesting that they only serve him beer as if that helped. When he left for one of his countless rounds at the bar, my mom loudly complained to my dad's nieces that his cousin wasn't supposed to be here and that he was making everyone uncomfortable, and got the all too sympathetic response of "you'll survive a single birthday, we have to listen to his bullshit every day, now it's your turn", but apparently he's "not that hard to handle once you get used to him". He was sat next to us and then kept subjecting us to his drunken antics and just generally making a scene, with his sister, the one responsible for him being there in the first place, only telling him "no one gives a shit what you say", after which she proceeded to ignore him for the rest of the gathering, visibly relieved that he had finally found someone else to bother. By the time he started yelling about wanting to watch pictures of certain body parts on his phone, my relatives realized they couldn't just dump him on us, so they decided that if he's going to make a scene anyway, they might as well get some fun out of it, so they started to egg him on. You can guess how that went.
Drunk relatives at a family gathering, especially drunk relatives you haven't seen for 25 years and have never been close to to begin with.
We don't really speak to my dad's side of the family often, but it seemed like my grandma's 80th birthday would be a fairly normal affair, with only her sisters, their kids and their grandkids being invited, plus the two sons of her late partner she's on good terms with. Except that my dad's cousin, who is also my godfather, arrived too, despite my grandma's explicit request that he be stopped from entering unless he can sober up. Problem is, his sister couldn't muster the willpower to make him stay at home, and my grandma is also too much of a pushover to keep him out now that he was there. Despite him having arrived visibly drunk (and bleeding all over the place because he had the bright idea to shave while in that state), the restaurant kept serving him, and my grandma compromised by requesting that they only serve him beer as if that helped. When he left for one of his countless rounds at the bar, my mom loudly complained to my dad's nieces that his cousin wasn't supposed to be here and that he was making everyone uncomfortable, and got the all too sympathetic response of "you'll survive a single birthday, we have to listen to his bullshit every day, now it's your turn", but apparently he's "not that hard to handle once you get used to him". He was sat next to us and then kept subjecting us to his drunken antics and just generally making a scene, with his sister, the one responsible for him being there in the first place, only telling him "no one gives a shit what you say", after which she proceeded to ignore him for the rest of the gathering, visibly relieved that he had finally found someone else to bother. By the time he started yelling about wanting to watch pictures of certain body parts on his phone, my relatives realized they couldn't just dump him on us, so they decided that if he's going to make a scene anyway, they might as well get some fun out of it, so they started to egg him on. You can guess how that went.
This has been going on for at least ten years though.https://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/europe/birthrate-europe-italy-pope-francis-b2542879.html
*gestures to the state of the world* *skyrocketing house prices*
*inflation*
Gosh I wonder why there are fewer children being born
Dear Texas drivers:
Picketh thy lane and stayeth the fuck in it.
It sucks.My brain frustrates me. There are times I wish I had a normal brain that could interact with others and have actual friends. There are time I wish I could have normal emotions without going from "everything's going to be great!" to "abandon all hope!" that I need medication to deal with it all. There's probably more I could add but I can't be arsed to go into it more.
Dear Texas drivers:
Picketh thy lane and stayeth the fuck in it.
Drivers are just getting worse and worse. I was tailgated by two trucks, and one was towing another vehicle, then they sped by me on the opposite side of the road, and easily did 10 over the speed limit. Seeing more people blowing intersections and red lights. I don't even go on green now.Watched a driver start to blow through an intersection without even bothering to heed his stop sign. But pedestrians were crossing the street on the far end and he actually did stop for them.
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