50 Vacation Photos That Didn’t Turn Out As Expected

We were packing for our family trip to Jamaica, and I heard my wife scream upstairs. She just tells me, “I’m not going to Jamaica,” and shows me her passport. Only the main page shown is torn. Nothing else. (The image depicted is after she tried taping it back together.) She dropped it on the bed for a second, and the dog got to it. And she is normally not destructive like that, but despite how annoyed we were, we couldn’t blame her.

After reality had sunk in, I hopped on a call with a passport department inquiring about an emergency passport. They apparently only give them out if there is a death in the family, etc. They searched for appointments nearby, and the only one on the East Coast was in Buffalo, NY, at 8 am the following day. So we changed my wife’s flight, and sent her tour to Buffalo, and got her a 10:45 am flight out from Buffalo to Orlando, then to Jamaica, hoping that it would work. They don’t guarantee that you will get it the same day, but the reviews for the location were surprisingly positive, so we were hopeful. She shows up an hour early, is first in line, and they tell her they can get it the same day, but won’t start printing passports till 10 am. The manager came out and told my wife she should probably change her flight because he can’t guarantee that she will get it in time for the 10:45 flight.

She comes back around 10, sits right, and the woman at the front desk gives a friendly wink to my wife. At 10:15, the manager tells my wife’s passport is printing. Around 10:20-10:25, they hand it to her and she hits the find driver button on the Uber app. She gets picked up and takes the 15-minute ride to the airport. The Uber driver told her he’s driven MANY people who flew from out of state to Buffalo for a same-day passport, and he believed she could make it. Well, she did. Boarding got delayed, but she made it with like 10 minutes to spare and arrived in Jamaica only 3 hours after we did.

It was beyond exhausting!

TLDR: dog chews wife’s passport 12 before flight. Wife flies to Buffalo for the only available appointment, gets her passport the same day, and barely makes her flight to eventually meet us in Jamaica, only a few hours after our arrival.

In Cyprus, there is a new law where all non-private beaches are government-owned, and dogs are allowed to walk there.

The beach in front of our summer house is one of those beaches, but unfortunately, our elderly neighbors don’t seem to bother to look at the law when it’s not convenient for them.

I bring them at 6 am, and I always clean after them, so they are bothering absolutely nobody. Just a bunch of old people with nothing better to do in their lives, so they control others.

Needless to say, I’ll continue taking them to the beach, and if they actually follow through with their threats, I’d love to see them fined for wasting police resources.

Everyone is fine, but day one of vacation is not going as planned. Tire came out of absolutely nowhere and completely shattered my windshield. Picking pieces of glass out of my eyebrows, even. Everyone is okay, luckily (one of the kids even slept through it), but it sucks having to spend hundreds on a new windshield and a hotel room for the night. Luckily, someone can replace it tomorrow.

Beach reclamation in progress. Heavy equipment is running right outside our windows 24 hours a day.

I stepped backwards and tripped. That was honestly it. Pretzeled in the worst way possible.

In 17 years, we never took a family vacation except to visit family. Mid-divorce, and I am taking the kids by myself for our first overnight at a waterslide resort (a surprise for the kids - booked for tomorrow). My ex called me this afternoon - my teen daughter dislocated her elbow on a hike. Cast from fingers to armpit. No waterslide resort for us.

It can’t be more than 500 sqft.

And my front tooth broke. I’m headed to Las Vegas, and thankfully, my sister knows a cosmetic dentist who can fit me in tomorrow. I’m sitting in the Houston airport, drinking a beer, waiting for the last leg of my flight.

I’m home now, but this is day 3, and it just keeps spreading. Awesome.

He had it on him when we were out and about, but didn’t notice it was missing until late at night. We were playing switch with the family back at the rental, so he wasn’t thinking much about it. Decided to track its location and saw it was at the boardwalk we were at. Went back and looked for about 20 minutes in the parking lot. Found it smashed to bits! Had to go to the Verizon store the next day. At least we know what happened to it.

We knew our neighborhood had some bad storms while we were away. As we turn onto our street, we see this.

Think it can't get worse? They had just listed the home for sale about a week earlier.

On vacation with my little kids. Long travel across Europe and at night stopped for a night in a hotel in Lille near the train station. Before I went to bed, I considered myself lucky to have found free parking. In the morning, a broken passenger window in our car, and the resulting shenanigans with insurance and police. First time in France in 15 years, and I expected to practice my rusty French on different subjects.

Nothing was stolen, as nothing was inside that was worth it. Just have to deal with the aftermath of the damage.

On a trip with my family, our bags have been at the Madrid airport for the past week. We’ve called the airline twice a day, and all they say is that there’s nothing more that they can do.

We were returning from a 2-month vacation and everything was planned to go fine, we had a connecting flight, it was gonna be a long trip, but when we arrive the airline says that they cannot permit the cat to enter since the plane is rented and doesn't allow pets, they also refuse to issue a refund despite it being thier fault and we weren't warned, we had come here with the same airline, and they didn't give us an issue about it, now we are stuck here for a while with high airline costs and the cat can't go back for a while since his entry and exit permit ends today.

I’m in a small town and can’t get them repaired u til I go home in a week… Super glue and tape it is then.

We are on our way home from a nice vacation in Greece, and right when we wanted to stop for the night at the border to Germany, bam...

I came to visit my friends for a couple of weeks. It was a long journey, a train and two flights, but when I checked into a hotel, went up to my room, and opened my luggage, I found one of my three bottles of wine broken. It was in a bubble wrap, which didn't help... And the wine had completely soaked my clothes that I got for the trip. At least (I hope so) I didn't ruin anyone else's luggage. Hell of a start for a vacation.

The wood was rotting, evidently, and became too weak and fell out of the frame.

A 45-minute line to meet Moana (she’s a huge fan), breastfeeding my baby while sweating, my husband fanning me so the baby would fall asleep - all for the big moment… And then our toddler didn’t even want the photo. The real magic of Disney - hahaha, just drama! But we had an amazing trip!

We were given zero information regarding what happened. Everyone was okay. One chain link fence down, otherwise no damage, thankfully.

I'm an HVAC technician and was installing a split. He wanted it very close to the corner, and I was prepared to hit a little bit of the stud, but then I would angle it away from the stud to go to the outside unit. I was thinking that it could be electric cables behind it, and I should have brought my cable scanner. The client told me that he was very sure it's nothing behind right there, except for the stud.

Lesson learned - do not trust clients and double-check.

I lost nine hours of vacation today, because a business blocked off a portion of a street.

I left for work on time, but hit some traffic on the final mile of my journey to work. A business needed some work done, which shut down one lane of a 4 lane street. That slowed the already busy traffic to a crawl. I followed my work procedures and called in, letting them know that I would be late. I arrived and clocked in 15 minutes late, all of which was lost to the last mile of traffic. My boss even commented on the Google Street maps having gone dark red right where I said I was in traffic.

When I get in, I'm reminded that since I am closing, and this is the end of the work week, I can't make up the time at the end of my shift, which means that I have to burn an hour of PTO. This is unfortunate, but not the end of the world...

Until someone remembered that it's a holiday weekend.

Our policy states that if you don't work your full shift the day before the holiday, you don't get paid for the holiday. Instead, in order to get paid my full 40 hours, I have to take 8 hours of vacation for my day off.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you turn 15 minutes into 9 hours.

Family vacation stayed in southwest Utah to go to Zion, Bryce Canyon, and the Grand Canyon. Drove 3.5 hours to the East Rim, as the North Rim is/ was closed because of a fire. Got into the NP, parked at the first lookout, and saw this. Middle of nowhere, Arizona.