Breh. Even though I don't get along with my Moms due to current day bullshyt, I wouldn't hesitate to put my life on the line for her at any point in time. That woman done raised me and afforded me an opportunity to see the world as a youth, be affluent enough to give me a lifestyle in which I honed my vices and never went a day without things I needed, much less wanted.
BUT FOR THE LOVE OF ALL HOLY fukk, IF YOU CAN'T GET 8 CHECKED BAGS UNDER 50 LBS EACH, AFTER YOU DONE DEBO'D ALL YOUR KIDS INTO WALKING WITH TWO EACH, NOT GIVING A fukk ABOUT WHAT THEY BRINGING BACK FOR THEMSELVES, ADDING AND EXCEDING THE WEIGHT LIMIT, WITH A WHOLE fukkING LUGGAGE TAG AT THE HOREL, THE fukkING NIGHT BEFORE TO THE POINT WHERE YOU GOTTA BE INFRONT A WHOLE AIRLINE OF FOLK, STUFFING ENDLESS CLOTHES AND fukkERY FROM BAG TO BAG AND CHECKING THEM INDIVIDUALLY.....THEN YOU JUST MIGHT BE fukkING INSANE ON A CLINICAL LEVEL.
This isn't something that CAME UP. This isn't something we were UNPREPARED FOR, This isn't a situation we dealing ON THE FLY. She bought so much shyt! She buys so much shyt! She got no self control! The new bags were fukking bursting at the seam to the point the lady had to be like "Yo, Just hit 'em with the overweight limits. They tapped out" we had so much shyt.
And she looking at me, 'cause I'm on the side angry at having to deal with such an unnecessary instance, like I'm ungrateful or being irrational or some shyt.
Started taking separate flights ever since that shyt and left my Bro and Sis to be the pack mules. fukk that inconsiderate shyt.
