Mom-Daughter Trip Planning So Optimized It Created A Black Hole

One must stand in awe of a mother-daughter duo who have, through sheer force of will and a decade of iterative improvements, not merely planned vacations, but *conquered* the very essence of leisure. Their annual excursion has transcended mere wanderlust, evolving into a finely tuned exercise in project management, each itinerary line item a testament to meticulous foresight. Spontaneity, one imagines, was long ago sacrificed at the altar of peak efficiency, deemed an unacceptable variable in their perfectly calibrated system.

Indeed, sources close to the phenomenon suggest that this relentless pursuit of optimal) travel has begun to warp local spacetime. What started as diligent spreadsheet maintenance has, over ten years, culminated in a singular, terrifying outcome: a localised black hole forming precisely where the last itinerary’s margin of error should have been. It seems the universe itself could not withstand such perfect planning; all joy, all human imperfection, all unplanned detours, were simply sucked into an event horizon of unparalleled logistical brilliance. Perhaps this is the true cost of mastering the art of the perfect trip: the very fabric of reality.