Imagine sweeping through green fields, floating five feet above ground,

sun on your face as you slide by, on track to your destination,

not a care in the world, as you simply lean back.

And before you know it, you're there.

This is how travel should feel.

And on our trains, it does.

Avanti West Coast, feel good travel.

Hey, Waffle gang, I do hope you're well. My name is Mark and today we're checking out some more

Reddit stories and if you do love a Reddit story, why not consider. Hit in the like, subscribe,

maybe that notification bell too. And let's crack on with today's first story. Much love guys.

Now over on our own subreddit, people have been suggesting different stories.

That might be fun to read, don't necessarily have updates, etc.

But they're a bit out there.

So we're starting off with the M.I. the Arsoul subreddit from clowning around 155, who says,

I the arsoul for inviting a clown to my wedding and putting him in the

pictures, throw away a count because obvious reasons. I-29 female married my hubby 31 male a few months

ago. Neither of us were particularly interested in spending a boatload of money on a wedding

no one would actually enjoy, so we were casual. The wedding was in the party room of a pizza place

we love. It's in a recently renovated 19th century factory, so it's cool looking, and decided to

let our friends and family bring their small army of children. Because pizza. To entertain the kids,

we decided to have a few carnival themed games and snacks available. And we hired a clown,

male 23 to do balloon animals. I know this clan. He's a friend of my cousins who has good

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