A tale of epic fail: My younger sister called me this morning to report that, at midnight last night, her boyfriend, who lives seven hours away decided to leave his family's house, and drive to see her. He arrived, already thinking he'd made a mistake...gave her a hug, a kiss, and then promptly had a panic attack about his parents strangling him for running away. The result - fourteen hours in a car, round trip, to see her for fifteen minutes. The absolute panic attack was thrown in for free! Have a great Sunday! VAI.
