I quit my job today, made a stop at the bank to drain my savings account and went to a travel agent to book a trip to someplace far and away. After speaking with the agent for a few minutes, she asked where I’d like to go. I told her I cared none. She asked how much I wanted to spend. I told her. She told me I could go anywhere I wanted then.
Excited, I hoped about the office because I knew I’d be going someplace so unlike Chicago there wasn’t an ice cubes chance in hell I’d be sad for much longer. Then she told me she’d like to come with me because she was sick and tired of being sick and tired and found me more handsome than the Worlds Sexiest Man. And I was like…
Say whaaaatttt? So she ended up coming over after I signed the paperwork to go to Bora Bora. She’s coming with. Paying for herself, but staying with me in my ocean hut. Did I make the right choice?
Thanks for understanding.