Ah, she's brilliant. Miss, I finally got plans out the group chat. We get it. Four votes for a festival,

three for a city break. It's hard to adhere to everyone's needs. There's Betty with her oversized tent.

Sarah and her six foot eight boyfriend.

All right.

Roger Junior and his dog, Roger Senior.

And don't get us started on Mel.

But, like a marriage counselor, she's the one keeping things together.

All aboard Miss, I finally got plans out the group chat, keep everyone's plans alive when you

travel with us. P and O'Ferees, there is another way.

Oh, he's cute, Mr. I can never sleep when I'm traveling. He's hugging his pillow like a sloth on a branch.

He couldn't sleep before. Now listen to him him sounds like an elephant with a chest infection

Well, they call him a dreamer and now they're right all aboard mister I can never sleep when I'm traveling.

Find all the comfort you need in the quiet lounge.

Pinedo Ferries, there is another way. And then. The The events described in the story happen about a month and a half ago in

Shenandoah West Virginia. Although I typed this up about two weeks ago I

just haven't really had the guts to post this until what happened yesterday.

The story starts in late September when my family went to visit our relatives who invited

us to celebrate one of them winning 2,000 bucks and some scratch-off lottery thing.

They live in this really run-down part of Shenandoah that people from Charleston, Shepherdson,

and Ranson, which is basically the least rednecky part of West Virginia, like to call the squaller hauler.

It's way up on the mountain and exactly like how everyone pictures it when they hear about it.

Nothing but ramshackle shacks, rusty rebuilt trailers,

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