Today I fly home from Atlanta. For years now this has been the worst day of the year for me. I hate leaving my temporary home to go back to real life. It sucks leaving the only person who really ever mattered to me and it sucks to go back to a stressful reality.

Though I do this every year this year may have been my worst experience. Air tran made me pay $50 freaking dollars for my bag because its length was .5 inches over the limit. Not to mention a $20 dollar fee was already made. After arguing with 2 people being treated like teenage trash I had to give in and pay the bastards. I was so mad I broke into tears through security all the way to my gate. I called my mom and my boyfriend just to calm myself down. While sobbing on my iPhone a man overheard my complaints. When walking to the bath room to clean my tears up a man stopped me. He asked if the flight company screwed my luggage up. I said yeah and proceeded to explain to him my dilemma. Before beginning my story he interrupted me took my hand and palmed me forty dollars. He told me “here is forty dollars, next time you see someone in need of a favor I hope you’ll do the same thing as I just did.” I hugged him tight and proceeded to thank him and I tried giving the money back but he kept going on his way. The moral of my story? For every shitty person out there, there is one really sweet guy ready to lend his hand to others. Also that I will never fly again, from now on I am a greyhound chick.

Ps. Airtran if you are reading this look forward to one mean ass letter and a beyond rude phone call. I’m comin’ for your cheap asses. That’s a promise.