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 me 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 suggested we find another way to travel out west, we got on the computer to see what we could find. I was able to find a bus that would take us out west, but it would take 4 days to arrive at our destination. Some of my friends swore and said we 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 we should get the bus tickets. Most of my friends agreed that if it would get me to come along, they would take the bus too. One friend said he was taking the plane no matter what. He said he would get to the hotel early, enjoy the air conditioning, and enjoy the sights! He said he would have gone to the beach, hit the bars, and talked to all the ladies 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 miserable temperature control and the smell of the bathroom wasn’t pleasant. Our other friend who took the flight kept rubbing it in, but he was happy when we arrived because he was bored.