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 travels should feel, and on our trains, it does.

Avanti West Coast, feel good travel.

Hey, hey, Waffle gang, I do hope you are well.

My name is Mark, and today we're checking out some more.

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And today's first story is from not going thanks

who says am i the asshole for refusing to get on a flight my boyfriend's parents paid for them

my boyfriend siblings and their so to go on a flight to cabo for spring break becky his mom

hasn't seemed to like me for some reason. She always

makes snide remarks about my parents' blue-collar jobs and my field in nursing. We get to the airport

and Becky got seven other people first-class tickets and me won coach ticket. She told me, I was used to it

and she had a free coach ticket so I should be grateful for going.

They all did their express check-ins and left me in the long line for me to think about what the heck is going on.

I had to keep from crying the whole time in line.

I got up to the counter and there was a baggage fee to me.

My boyfriend at the time never once helped me through the coach line or said anything

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