Meh Goes on Vacation”(ChatGPT generated)

Meh didn’t plan on going on vacation. He just walked out of work one day and never came back.

“Where are you going?” asked Gerald the Battle Turtle, clinging to his lukewarm bagel.

“Somewhere without alarms, responsibility, or people who talk about their dream boards,” Meh said, throwing a single sock into a suitcase and calling it packing.

Destination: Blahh Island

Population: 3 bored pelicans and one angry tourist trap

Meh arrived via budget submarine (it only surfaced half the time). The locals greeted him by shrugging in sync.

The hotel was called The Okay Inn. It had one star, and that star was chipped.

When he got to his room, the air conditioner made sounds like it was dying… emotionally.

“Perfect,” Meh said. Then he lay on the bed that was slightly damp for no reason and turned on the TV. It only played documentaries about moss.

Day 1

Tried snorkeling. The ocean rejected him.

Day 2

Tried to get a tan. Got a sunburn in the shape of a sad face emoji.

Day 3

Went to the Blahh Island Museum of Dust. Highlight exhibit: a jar labeled “Possibly Empty.”

Day 4

Found enlightenment under a palm tree. Then it turned out it was just a WiFi router disguised as a coconut.

By the end of the week, Meh had collected 12 bottle caps, 3 mosquito bites, and one deep existential thought:

“Vacation is just work without email.”

He returned to Meh City more tired than when he left, carrying a souvenir t-shirt that read:

“I Went to Blahh Island and All I Got Was Disappointed.”

Gerald looked up from the couch. “So… worth it?”

Meh flopped down beside him and stared at the ceiling.

“Let’s never go outside again.”

The End.

Or maybe just the middle. Nobody’s really keeping track.