Starbucks/Coffee Bean/Dunkin Donuts workers get the “whatever loose change is left over” tip. These aren’t people who do a better job than I would, I go to them because it is convenient. I don’t tip the In-N-Out people either.

Yes, but that’s the mannered, socially appropriate approach to an emergency.

I used to go to Canada quite a bit (Montreal) in a car that we owned, US plates, and it used to astonish me that the Canadians would just kind of wave you through, smile, maybe a little chit chat, and then on the return the US border people treated you like you were one of the doomed passengers on The Ship of Fools.…

tl;dr: I got stung at the beach & met R.Kelly on vacation.

My dad actually felt really bad about it since my mom and him had only a handful of bites between them. He was a big ‘no sugar ever, no excuses’ guy but you bet your ass I got a ton of candy (and toys) out of the experience.

A family camping trip that started with us announcing my latest pregnancy, continued with looks of horror from my in-laws and a lecture on the virtues of vasectomies from my father-in-law, and concluded with a miscarriage in the trailer two days later.

1997, my mom a private pilot, my brother and I flew to a family reunion, from Seattle to Helena MT. We get there to find the entire family reunion had be relocated to a remote cabin. With no way to get there we hung out at my uncles house, and by out I mean outside in the yard until the family reunion returned the…

My Arkansas hillbilly childhood must’ve kicked in. I was thinking how sweet it was that a perfect stranger was willing to help like that. My family would’ve just taken his lead and pee’d all over me without thinking twice about it, thankful they didn’t have to spend the vacation grocery money on a hospital trip. We…

The “pee on a jellyfish sting” myth is seriously so freaking bizarre. And AWFUL, considering that peeing on nematocysts can actually make a jellyfish sting worse.

Right?! Who the FUCK does that? I mean, I get to win this pissing contest as I was the recipient of a non consensual, underage golden shower- right?

I can imagine a lot of things going wrong on a trip, but being peed on by a stranger on *purpose* wouldn’t have ever even crossed my mind

We almost never went on vacation when I was a kid, but when I was about 12, my parents decided to pile my identical twin brothers and me into the minivan and drive 10+ hours to Twinsburg, OH for the town’s annual twins festival after seeing it featured on some TV program or another. Imagine attending your typical…

Does it count if you didn’t fully realize it was awful?

I was about five years old. My mother decides to load four of us kids in the van and take us from Washington State to California, to go to my mom’s cousin’s wedding. While there, we were also going to visit her siblings and go to Disneyland and all sorts of fun…

ooh! Ooh! My mom’s family is from S. Florida, so “family vacation” always meant “visit Gramma and Grampa in Ft. Lauderdale. Cool. It has a beach! My grandparents live like, on the damn beach so my brother and I would jump out of the car, throw on a swim suit and run head long into the water on a semi public-ish beach…

Something similar happened to me, only it was my cousin, who for some reason was fed an adult-sized portion of port wine cheese before a long car ride (he was 5 or six). He fell into a cheese coma, rolled over on me, muttered ‘silly pancake,’ then puked up his adult-sized portion of port wine cheese all over me.

When I was 7, my family drove across country. It was a really fun trip - we camped, visited family and went to a lot of tourist sites (even getting locked in Lincoln’s tomb one night!). On the way back to California, my dad convinced talked my mom into camping on the banks of the Mississippi which had been a childhood…

That sucks that you couldn’t wear sundresses anymore because of that douchebag’s actions. :(

Short version: our family vacation was interrupted when we were detained by US customs and had our RV confiscated, leaving us out on our asses with all our stuff. We took an 8-hour train home.

When I was in fifth grade, my family rented an RV to go to Niagara Falls (our Nantucket home was under renovation and you’ve…

Thank you. I hate Tinkerbell. I hate Peter Pan. When my kid got into a phase of wanting to watch it all the time, I told him as many times as you want to watch Peter Pan, that’s how many times we’re going to talk about racism and sexism. Sorry, kid.