Greyhound Bus Lines

While I like to pretend to be disgusted whenever I am left with no choice but to take the Greyhound, I have to say two hours ago I was very pleased. The driver waited twenty minutes for my friend to run over and grab my ID that I had forgotten in my haste. Without that ID, I would have some trouble going back home to Chicago, and that would be a shame because I start classes very early this semester and I just transferred schools and really don’t know where anything is because I prefer to leave everything up for interpretation and to the last minute.
I got to the station about ten minutes before my departure time when I realized I had forgotten my ID. Greyhound did not care and still let me ride, which I’m not sure is ideal but it worked out for me. That’s the only thing that matters, I suppose, and this sentiment really reinforces what I am sure the other passengers thought while I was holding them up: «What a selfish and despicable woman.» At least I have the foresight of realizing I’d eventually need my ID.
It is public transportation. It’s not supposed to be a trip to the sauna and pool. If you are paying on average 50 dollars for a 300 or so mile trip, you really can spare the kindness to overlook the country looking folk from Geneva who blow kisses outside to their ENTIRE FAMILY while throwing their hands up in the air for no discernible reason. It’s not cool to be jaded about public transportation. If you’re going to complain, pay for a better mode of transportation. Thank you driver from Rochester to NYC 8 am December 28^th.
Now of course as I am finishing this review up, some self important guy (the same one who said an annoyingly fervent «yes sir» when «border patrol» went up to every passenger before the trip and ask if they were US citizens) is on a headset pretending to be the «head honcho» of a firm no one’s probably even heard of, a firm that likely does not exist. I looked it up.