Tuesday, February 17, 2009

The Wheels on the Bus

I was going to write a long entry about my experience on a GreyHound Bus this weekend. But after thinking it over, I decided I don't want to relive it. Bottom line:
If you drive a GreyHound for a living, it should be obvious that the stars aren't quite aligned for your fortunes. Moreover, if you drive a GreyHound Bus and said bus runs over 2 hours late, blows out a tire, runs out of gas, and gets parked at a minimart somewhere in rural PA for a few extra hours while your passengers contemplate suicide,homicide, and busdrivercide, here is a tip: Do Not Buy 65 Dollars worth of Lottery Tickets. You Will Not Win Any Money and You will probably get a papercut while attempting to scratch off the non-winning ticket. Today is not your day. You are wearing a variation on this and drinking a Super Slurpy from a no-name gas station. Put the Lotto Tix down and go buy a Newspaper.

The preceding message was my internal monologue as I watched my bus driver buy over 60 dollars worth of lottery tickets this weekend. Yes, I was one of the angry passengers contemplating how best to end my misery as I snacked on some stale SunChips and stared off into the bright lights of a nearby Motel 6.


That is how I spent Friday.


I will update soon with some good stories about my life- but until then, contemplate this thought with me:

If you read a self help book, written by another human being for the purpose of aiding you- are you not defeating your own purpose? Also, is this video not the best thing ever made by God or man?

L8R,
afh

1 comments:

  1. G'day! Long time reader, first time poster here. (and by long time I mean several hours)

    I'm sure you're busy with THON right now, but I'll impart my little public transportation story of woe: In australia, the train/bus systems are very cheap and/or free, and tend to be the main choice of transportation for Aboriginal people. They tend to be drunk/mean and yesterday they attacked/punched my friend in the stomach because she asked for directions. So, at least your bus driver was harmless white trash and not a wildly unpredictable native aboriginal person.

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