So. I was too tired to go into detail about this last night, but I’m too excited to not talk about it now:
Last night on my flight back to Tampa, a man noticed my tattoo and we began talking about Disney. I mentioned that I had never been to Disney World (in spite of my obsession and even though the rest of my family has been). I also mentioned that my sister really wants to go for her Sweet 16. He told me I should take her for her birthday, but I told him that financially, I just couldn’t do it. With the price of tickets, travel, food, and of course a souvenir or two, that’s quite an expensive present - especially for a graphic design intern. I told him that I was gonna try to save up, and maybe take her next year.
I tried I tell him that I couldn’t accept it, that he did not need to give me any money. Continuously, I gave him the bill back saying I didn’t need it, and continuously he insisted he wanted to help me out. Finally we got off the plane, he shoves the money into my hands and practically runs away from me.
So, happy birthday Hannah. We’re going to Disney!