Broken bones, barfing and bankruptcy, all are subjects of
these readers’ stories in Boston.com about nightmare
vacations. WHEN VACATIONS GO BAD! Kind of a lame idea, but I found some of the stories here of mild
amusement:
We finally made it as far as the outskirts of San Diego County around 10:00PM. We pulled into a rest stop. My
oldest nephew must have been feeling a little car sick because he promptly threw up. Then my other nephew threw up.
Then my sister threw up. Then my brother threw up. It took us about an hour to get everyone cleaned up and into fresh
clothes.
Nice.
These stories, while massively inferior, remind me of a book I read a while back, called I Wish I’d Stayed
Home.