Final day at Orlando

So this was our last day so we headed over to Universal after we stuffed our faces with food once again. The rides we hopped on were The Simpsons ride, Disaster, Men in Black(I beasted 168,000ish Robert 48,000ish Mom 37,000ish), and Jaws. Then we did some more shopping lol. I mean cause we could. Also jumped back to the other park to ride all the rides again we liked cause we could do that to.

After all that dust settled. We went back to the pool/hot tub to wait to leave for the air port. All and all the stay was great I had a lot of fun. But wait there's more....

We get on the plane and we take off. We're right next to the emergency doors and what not. But omg I had the window seat and we flew through a damn storm I'm seeing lightning and thunder. I'm trying not to look by watching L&O, House, and Friends. But it was so hard to look away and on top of that we kept on shaking sooooo much. But with all the shaking I think we moved a lot quicker. Cause we left late but we arrived early. So that was pretty PIMP. Then the worse came.....

ROBERT and his smart self looks for a taxi driver and finds the non licensed one with the black tinted window Escalade (yes he was black). So we're driving and we are NOT on the highway so my mom is like were we going he's like I'm taking a shortcut to Bedford ave. At that moment I thought we were gonna be fucked Robert is trying to say, "We should ask for food then leave." I'm like no that would piss him off. Then it's like the ghetto and Robert fakes being car sick and the guy pulls over and Robert jumps out. My mom's like get out. I'm like "wait I can't I'm not losing our stuff" in case he drives off with it. So he pops the back we grab our staff and pay the guy. But the we find out we got off at the way wrong area - Bedford-Stuyvesant. All we see or here is pretty much nothing but loud rap music. We're all like we need a car NOW! (Cuz 3 white people, 1 wearing flip flops another wearing plaid shorts and the other wearing spandex pants doesn't blend in well.) So we see this other LICENSED taxi moving slow so we run over to him, get in his car and say "112 north 8th street". After all that were loling about it how after we left Orlando we almost died 2 times. So then we get home and get back to our slave jobs again.

But I almost forgot I might get a job at Columbia University. As a security guard. I believe it would be full time and part of a union so lets go. Then I can tell the GAP "suck it"