This is no good at all. What's the point of going on spring break - the ultimate in party fun - if you have to endure torture to do so? And so, just as with so many other things in your life, you skip out on the journey upon this blonde goddess' flip-flops, throwing your quarter-inch form to the ground mid-step.
Ouch. It hurts. You cover your head with your hands as the monstrous footsteps of the co-eds passes you by, and you are grateful that none of them managed to step on you while you were out in the open.
As you get up and dust yourself down, you notice that the three other girls are still sitting in their places, some way distant from you. Turning, you are just in time to notice the blonde enter a gargantuan doorway marked as a ladies' restroom. All that noise, all that fury, was just her - one person! - walking. You're not sure if your ears could stomach (your metaphors all mixed) a group of giants.
Once more you have a choice. You could go back to the other co-eds and choose again, enter the restroom to see if you can't sneak on a more comfortable area of the blonde while she's sitting still, or else head straight for the 'plane, without bothering to find a ride.
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