When I was in fourth grade, my dad was flying to Atlanta on business for a week. We’d lived there when I was younger and my “Aunt” and “Uncle” and “cousins” (just very close family friends) lived there. I begged my father to take me with him and I could stay with them while he worked. He jokingly said if I could fit in his suitcase, I could go. I pulled out his suitcase, set it on his bed and climbed in and pulled it down over me. Couldn’t zip. Dad came in and thought Mom had pulled it out for him. He opened it up, saw me, cursed and bought a plane ticket.
Escanor_2014 on June 26th, 2021 at 15:45 UTC »
Hell, I would cherish that myself if my daughter did it, friggen hilarious!
betterannamac on June 26th, 2021 at 16:38 UTC »
When I was in fourth grade, my dad was flying to Atlanta on business for a week. We’d lived there when I was younger and my “Aunt” and “Uncle” and “cousins” (just very close family friends) lived there. I begged my father to take me with him and I could stay with them while he worked. He jokingly said if I could fit in his suitcase, I could go. I pulled out his suitcase, set it on his bed and climbed in and pulled it down over me. Couldn’t zip. Dad came in and thought Mom had pulled it out for him. He opened it up, saw me, cursed and bought a plane ticket.
bbildo on June 26th, 2021 at 16:53 UTC »
When the luggage stops laughing, somebody needs some air.