When my buddies said they wanted to go out west on a trip, I wasn’t so sure at first.
They all said they were flying of course, and that’s what made myself and others nervous.
Then my best buddy had to remind everybody that I was scared of flying. Well, I argued that I wasn’t afraid, I just liked the feeling of being on the ground. Everybody laughed and agreed that I was totally scared. When I commanded the two of us find another way to travel out west, the two of us got on the iPad to see what the two of us could find. I was able to find a bus that would take us out west, but it would take 4 afternoons to arrive at our endpoint. Some of my friends swore and said the two of us could make it out there in only 4 hours, but I didn’t care. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to find any trains that took us to the right location, so I told everybody the two of us should get the bus tickets. Most of my friends agreed that if it would get myself and others to come along, they would take the bus too. One buddy said he was taking the plane no matter what. He said he would get to the hotel early, love the air conditioning, and love the sights! He said he would have gone to the beach, hit the bars, and talked to all the women without us being there yet. He also said he hated riding on buses, so there was no way he would do that. So my other friends and I took the bus, which had angry temperature control and the stink of the bathroom wasn’t pleasant. Our other buddy who took the flight kept rubbing it in, but he was glad when the two of us arrived because he was bored.