when i was 5, my mom and her best friend took me on my first ever plane trip.
i was scared of flying, and so mom bought me this plush rabbit to calm me down. somehow, i got it into my head that my imaginary friend who was a 6'6 mexican with tattoos (i was a weird kid) wanted me to go visit him in mexico so he could me my new best friend, mr. virginia bunny.
i went all over the airport with my mom and her hispanic looking friend (actually south pacific islander, but in today's world, it's all mexican) yelling out, "MOM, THE MEXICAN WANTS ME TO TAKE MY MY NEW BUNNY RABBIT TO MEXICO FOR HIM!!!! MOM, YOU AREN'T LISTENING TO ME!!! THE BIG TATTOOED MEXICAN WANTS ME TO TAKE MY BUNNY TO MEXICO FOR HIM TO PLAY WITH!!!!!! WHY ARE YOU TAKING ME TO LOUISIANA, I NEED TO GO TO MEXICO WITH MY BUNNY RABBIT!!!!"
everybody at the airport either thought it was adorable, or took pity on my mom.
today, we would have all been interrogated for a week.
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