Probably Not The Best Place To Put It, But Today For Some Reason I Feel Like Complaining About It, So

Probably not the best place to put it, but today for some reason I feel like complaining about it, so I guess it’s coming onto Tumblr now… so here is the story of how I got kicked out of the Colosseum in Rome when I was nine years old.

Somethings the say, about 5 1/2 years ago my family decided to go on a trip to the area of Italy, Rome, France and a couple other places in that area that I can’t remember. But they’re not important. What’s important is that I was (and still am) a energetic, jumpy and nerdy kid. The flight was an overnight flight from California to Rome. And my small dumbass couldn’t go to sleep because 1. I didn’t want to and 2. (and this is no fault of his) The man sitting next to me, was watching Star Wars. In Italy it is daytime when it’s night time and my sleep schedule is already complete and utter crap.

So with that all nighter my family decides all together with my agreement that we should go explore Rome. After spending most of the day sightseeing, he finally arrived at the Colosseum. Because of the very little amount of energy already had and all the walking, I got really sleepy. So while my parents can go and keep exploring the Colosseum and my Tia and my siblings decide to stay with me until I wake up.

Cue to me, and the small group of my family, being forced out of the Colosseum for some reason and we don’t speak Italian (which they were speaking to us for some reason, even though we question them in English), so we don’t know where this one guy working there was shoving us out. The one thing we do now is that I needed to use the bathroom. And not in the usual little sense of it probably be good to go soon, no, this was if I didn’t go in the next couple minutes, I would crap my pants. We try to tell him this, so that if they do show us our at least we’ll just have to wait for our parents to figure things out, but no!

He fucking kicks us out and forces me and my brother to wander around through bars, stores and other places to try to see if they speak English to tell us directions and/or have a bathroom!!!

After waiting outside for maybe about two hours our parents finally came back out. We go to confront the guy that kicked us out for why he kicked it out. In the entire conversation we had with him, he only lied!!

He didn’t want to directly speak to us, so we had to have one of the workers translate what he was saying. And then he said that us, the two kids, who were too distracted on the phone to do anything being my siblings, one who was asleep (me) and another, my Tia who is a full grown adult that looks and is someone who could never tell a lie or do something bad, had tried to steal something from someone purse!!

I didn’t completely blame him in the moment until later, when two things became apparent to me

1. Where I were sleeping and my family was waiting with me was in NO area near anyone.

And 2. The Colosseum has the special types of tours that aren’t part of the normal tours, and apparently from what my parents told me the place that we were sitting was in the way what is a Tours in someway.

I know I may just still be mad about it after a long time, but I don’t think that security card thought that we were causing any problems. He was a paid off or told to move us for no reason other than that we were in the way of making more money!!

And I think the worst crime with that not just did he kick us out for no reason, but he kicked us out and left us to wonder for about half an hour trying to find a bathroom whole nine-year-old felt like he was gonna burst. So if the guy made a mistake I’m sorry that I’m mad, but if he didn’t, I’m sorry that I hate him.

I only really felt like putting it here can understand my freaking irritation with the Colosseum now.