This happened to a friend.
He met some girl he liked (you all know where this is headed, right). She was from ... not Norway. She was from Guadeloupe, or whatever the hell that french ex-colony place is called. They emptied their like on eachother and he emptied his ballsack on her, as these things normally go.
Then christmas came rolling around, and she had to go home. To guadelalupedopoulos. But would he come visit?
Sure he would, she was hot, foreign, and receiver of ballsack contents. So he booked a flight down to fucking gwadelapoppel, landing on christmas eve itself.
The plane duly arrived at gvaledaslarfup airport, and they met. And she dumped him. Horribly. And left him standing there in the reception hall at gwallaslabukpari airport.
So he was sitting there, all alone, on christmas eve, in the airport, at fucking guadeloupe. Eventually his flight home, booked a FULL FOUR DAYS LATER arrived and he was able to evacuate.
This was as much as I knew about the hilarity of this situation ... up until yesterday when he confessed something else.
Three months after his best christmas vacation ever, he gets a phone call. She's pregnant. Apparently he had time to do some strategic emptying of the testicular tract - still in the airport - before she sent him on his merry way. Her father, who is by the way some kind of tribal chief in the community down there, expects his grandchilds father to be teh a-present. Only not physically. Just $$ please.
I think he's kinda down right now.