Moment of uncensored honesty: I used to be the girl that judged bus riders. As far as public transportation was concerned, I was a train rider all the way. However, in order to take an impromptu trip to Boston without breaking the bank, I…wait for it…took the bus.
And here’s what went through my overly-active mind throughout the ride:
- I really need a window seat. I hope I get a window seat.
- …but I have this venti tea – what if I have to use the bathroom? Maybe an aisle seat?
- Nope. I’ll ride the bus but won’t fully conform and use the bathroom. I’ll hold it. Window seat: here I come!
- OMG I made it both on the bus and into a window seat!
- I’ll just leave my bag here and hope no one needs this seat next to me (don’t be judgey).
- Wait – we’re moving? No one else is getting on? Yesssss two seats for me!
- This isn’t so bad.
- Wow this bus is really clean. I don’t hate this.
- Why is this person talking on the phone so loudly? This is what I was afraid of…
- We’re not even in Connecticut yet?! OMG.
- Nap time.
- We must be getting close.
- Why will my iPad not connect to the wifi?! I want to watch Netflix.
- GET ME OFF THIS BUS!
- Whoever said this was easy was a liar.
- If I could just see the next sign outside to know where we are…
- Oh the Mass Pike Toll! One more hour!
- …one more hour.
- Guess I’ll listen to Purpose: the Movement for the fourth time in the same number of hours.
- I MADE IT! Thank Jesus.
Thanks, Greyhound! It may not sound like it but this really was a pleasant way to travel!