THE HORROR
Flying back. Plane full of kids. Find strenght from within.
Me and Emma start by being total bitches on the transfer. The people working for Solresor (who have been impossible to find during the week) explain that we shouldn't be "scared" at the airport. Because there are signs saying "GOTHENBURG" where we should check in. And there are only 8 check- in desks anyway. And they're going to show us them. Emma listens to her iPod so doesn't realize that she's very loud when she says sarcastically "REALLY?? OMG, what's wrong with these people? Are they idiots???"
One of the people working for the resort runs by the bus, waving goodbye and jumping up and down. He's been my hate- target of the week. It culminated when one evening I was upset because of x, y and z, and when I was crying and talking to my brother he came by screaming about some beach- party.
"Can you please leave? I don't actually want to talk to you right now."
"Oh buhuhuuuuu why so sad lady? You're on HOLIDAY!!" (Starts doing the Holiday- dance. Super annoying dance that the guides do to a super- annoying song every morning at 9 am at breakfast. I'm gonna post a film of it later.)
My brother had to physically push him away for him to leave.
We get to the airport. After much trouble for about 1 hr and 15 mins the pilot says "Ladies and gentlemen, we're having some... technical problems. But we're just gonna have to fly and see how it goes. Hopefully nothing goes wrong. if it does, I'll try my best to fix it. I wish you all a very pleasant flight!"
After me, Emma and Olle have been swearing over the pilot being incompetent, an idiot and possibly drunk we notice that we have a family with small children right in front of us which we know from the week to be extremely annoying. To the right we have a weird couple with a blonde my or Emma's age, who's quite obviously here with her sugar daddy. We've been observing them during the week and they seem to be doing some kind of role play. In other words, the flight to be an orgie of children screming, suspicious movement under blankets and moaning, combined with a fear of dying. Excellent.
After the family in front of us has played Yatzy for 3 hours, AND given prizes to all members of the family, AND given speeches, AND applauded, a girl who's about 8 screams "STOOOP PLAAAYIIING." About at this point we have 30 mins to landing, and 4 children nearby start screaming like crazy (probably because their ears hurt due to pressure, which no one seems to realize." The parents start panicking and singing/screaming/dancing/crying.
NEVER. AGAIN.
Me and Emma start by being total bitches on the transfer. The people working for Solresor (who have been impossible to find during the week) explain that we shouldn't be "scared" at the airport. Because there are signs saying "GOTHENBURG" where we should check in. And there are only 8 check- in desks anyway. And they're going to show us them. Emma listens to her iPod so doesn't realize that she's very loud when she says sarcastically "REALLY?? OMG, what's wrong with these people? Are they idiots???"
One of the people working for the resort runs by the bus, waving goodbye and jumping up and down. He's been my hate- target of the week. It culminated when one evening I was upset because of x, y and z, and when I was crying and talking to my brother he came by screaming about some beach- party.
"Can you please leave? I don't actually want to talk to you right now."
"Oh buhuhuuuuu why so sad lady? You're on HOLIDAY!!" (Starts doing the Holiday- dance. Super annoying dance that the guides do to a super- annoying song every morning at 9 am at breakfast. I'm gonna post a film of it later.)
My brother had to physically push him away for him to leave.
We get to the airport. After much trouble for about 1 hr and 15 mins the pilot says "Ladies and gentlemen, we're having some... technical problems. But we're just gonna have to fly and see how it goes. Hopefully nothing goes wrong. if it does, I'll try my best to fix it. I wish you all a very pleasant flight!"
After me, Emma and Olle have been swearing over the pilot being incompetent, an idiot and possibly drunk we notice that we have a family with small children right in front of us which we know from the week to be extremely annoying. To the right we have a weird couple with a blonde my or Emma's age, who's quite obviously here with her sugar daddy. We've been observing them during the week and they seem to be doing some kind of role play. In other words, the flight to be an orgie of children screming, suspicious movement under blankets and moaning, combined with a fear of dying. Excellent.
After the family in front of us has played Yatzy for 3 hours, AND given prizes to all members of the family, AND given speeches, AND applauded, a girl who's about 8 screams "STOOOP PLAAAYIIING." About at this point we have 30 mins to landing, and 4 children nearby start screaming like crazy (probably because their ears hurt due to pressure, which no one seems to realize." The parents start panicking and singing/screaming/dancing/crying.
NEVER. AGAIN.
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