twisted

I went to pick up my desk from my parents today (yay!), and I found out something funny, but not funny ha-ha (unless you have a really weird sense of humour… like I do).
Every time my family goes somewhere something horrible happens in that locale, to an innocent bystander, shortly thereafter.
They went to London in the middle of last summers bombings, Texas right in the middle of the anthrax scare and my sister was even in New Orleans a few months before it got washed away. That’s just a shortlist.
So guess where they went a couple weeks ago?
If you guessed the Mayan Riviera, you would be correct.
But more than that, they stayed at the exact same resort as that couple that got murdered. The exact same one.
Moral of the story is, if you want to know where not to go on vacation, just ask my parents where they’re headed next.