EP wanted me
to come and visit on a spur of the moment type of thing. I have put so many
miles on my car driving back and forth from house to house, that we decided to
try taking the bus. So, we scheduled the
trip on Wednesday for me to leave on Thursday after work. Any one of my friends will tell you that: 1. I
am a chicken, 2. I don’t like people in my personal space, & 3. I am
impatient. None of this makes for bus riding material.
Any hoo,
Thursday came and it was bus-riding time.
I get to the bus station with a few minutes to people watch. There was this man that had his shirt tucked
into his underwear, and they were brown, YUK!
Have you ever been to a Greyhound station? It has great writing
material, but I digress. I found a seat
and sat down next to this guy that was looking around as skeptical as I
was. He asked me if I had ridden the bus
before and I told him that I usually drive.
He said he does too and we should consider carpooling if the bus thing
doesn’t work out. We got on the bus and everything was moving smoothly. We decided to sit next to each other so no
one else would be tempted to sit with us.