My friend just got back from a month long vacation in Mexico. She brought a few bottles of liquor back with her on the plane. That was fine from Cancun to Houston, but on the flight here from Houston they made her buy a $30 box to put the bottles in and check the box. Then they lost the box during the one and a half hour flight from Houston. She just spent a whole month living out of ONE backpack partly because she didn't want to have to deal with checking bags. Airports are so fucking rad! When she told the person helping her at lost and found what was in the box, she said, "You're not going to get that box back." But guess what? SHE DID. I couldn't believe it. The baggage people were actually decent enough to return a box clearly marked "liquor." Maybe there's still hope for mankind.
If you care at all about the title of this blog, it's something the boyfriend said during a conversation last night. He was telling my friend about us dragging an old paddle boat out of a pond by his parents' house. That's a picture of him cleaning it.
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