Mice problems would only drop you to a B?! That seems like easy grading.

Until they decide that they have no more room for carry-ons, because everybody else has already stuffed the bins with oversized items and down coats and multiple purses, so they check your carry-on underneath the plane for you and fuck you THAT way.

Flying is terrifying not because of crashes or physics or what the fuck ever normal people worry about but mostly because everyone is so angry and mean and miserable. I hate planes, please get me a jetpack

and your jewelry/anything sentimental. nobody will bitch at you for stowing something in the overhead!

A-freakin’-MEN. There is no happier moment than seeing my bag after a long flight!!

Good to know, I’m looking for cheap flights to DC for next month and was seriously considering Frontier. Southwest lets you check two bags, is this a good idea or will I just lose two bags worth of my stuff?

*Anything* worth a damn in in my carry on, including enough clothes to get me through two days if necessary and whatever my current favorite/irreplaceable jeans are. I swear the happiest moment of any trip is when you actually see your checked luggage cruising ‘round that baggage carousel.

This seems like a good time for a quick PSA: If you’re checking luggage, always pack your daily/important medications in your carry-on.

A flask with my entire name engraved on it was stolen out of my bag on the way to a convention. WHO WANTS A FLASK WITH MY NAME???

I’d like to pre-emptively apologize on behalf of white people for the inevitable bullshit tone policing replies you’re probably going to get.

Beautifully said.

Somehow the most horrifying thing here is that a 30 year old man told his mother to go to the store to get him a sandwich and a soda - AND SHE DID IT.

Just ... delicious side-eye from beginning to end.

The real crime is Katy Perry’s hair in those pictures. Who decided that was a good look for her?

yup. i long for the day when i no longer hear my mother’s voice in my head saying, “she should not be wearing that.” it’s bad enough that some significant portion of my memory holds the calorie content of basically every edible product in existence. fuck your internalized shame, ma!

My boyfriend’s mother once said to me, and I quote, “I love that you wear sleeveless dresses even though you have huge upper arms. I wish I were that brave.”

“What are you looking at?” she asks. Eyes up here asshole.

So are they dating now or what? What a horrible cliffhanger!

I’m in summer 2 of hairy pits. Def. used to feel like you, but as time goes on, I give less and less fucks.