I've only ever been on a plane once, when i was super young, so the memories are foggy but the fear is still there. Last Christmas my grandparents decided to take us all on a trip. Now let me tell you a little about my grandparents, their not the kindest. My grandmother worked at a hospital for years, she's the nicer one, and retired recently. My grandfather was the longest running superintendent in my school district, which means all my teachers know him. If I had to describe him in five words I'd use Judgmental, grumpy, no filter, rude, and a bit of a smart ass. But who am I to pass down a trip to Hawaii because I can't stand my grandparents. So it was set, twenty two of us would fly up to Hawaii the day after Christmas. Seems simple, but you don't know my family yet. First there's my grandma's oldest, we'll call her "The Dancer". Now she's quite a snob. She's married to a rich lawyer, we'll call him, "The Jerk", together they have seven children, which out of the seven the oldest is eight. Next is my grandma's second oldest, she's "The Nerd" and there's her husband, " The Fuse" (anger issues). Together they have three children. Next we have "The Soccer Coach". Now the soccer coach doesn't have a husband, she's more in the market for a wife. But my grandparents being the judgmental asses they always are wouldn't allow her to bring her girlfriend, there for, the soccer coach declined the trip. And last of my grandma's children is "The Star Wars Fan", he's married to a judgemental, uptight, conceded lady we'll call "The Bitch". Together they have three children. Finally there's my grandpa's side, which just consists of my father and uncle. Now my uncle didn't make it to this trip, he doesn't exactly enjoy conversing with us "non-Mormons". Then there's my dad and me.
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