Well, one of me did, anyway. I was running the Bubba's Most Humiliating Moments tour when it happened. It's always been a guaranteed money maker. There are so many things to see that there's always something for everyone. Obviously, some of the major events are in higher demand than others.
My past and future selves often join the tour to experience some of those truly horrific moments. For some, it's an awkward reminder of idiotic decisions. For others, it's a depressing glimpse into the inevitability of future stupidity. Some of my selves have gone on this particular tour for many years. Sometimes, I think that I would choose to vacation during some of the good times, but it appears that I usually don't.
Anyway, I had a larger than usual crowd of Bubbas in my time machine. In retrospect, I knew that I was probably over the weight limit for the time machine, but I assumed my future selves would let me know if I was doing something stupid. Unfortunately, they did not. We skipped over a particularly terrible high school experience and ended up crashing into a "We Hate Bubba" rally held at a local Ramada Inn. On the positive side, we landed near the buffet.
My past selves got all uppity and demanded refunds. My future selves pointed at me, laughed hysterically, and then attempted (and failed) to high five one another. It appears they got to visit a humiliating moment after all. I got some duct tape and baling wire, but I still haven't been able to fix the machine.
I tried to explain this to some coworkers today, but they pointed out that I can't keep crawling into a cardboard box at my desk for a few hours each day to avoid meetings. They said that just because I wrote, "Time Machine" on the box, that doesn't make it real.
I'm off to shipping to see if I can get a new time machine before my meetings this afternoon.