So Rebecca and I wanted to take a trip to Pennsylvania to visit my grandparents at the cabin for a couple weeks. Rebecca didn’t want to fly, and with the price of gas, driving was not the most economical way. No, we decided to take the Greyhound bus. It was far cheaper than any other means of transportation. So together we set off on what was sure to be an adventure.
Right off the bat Rebecca realized that she forgot a hat, so she Magivered one out of my fan, and that’s the only picture we got before the camera died. We decided to keep track of all the interesting things we heard and saw on our trip in a little journal. Here are the excerpts:
1 (by Rebecca) Smoker in the Bathroom “That person smoking better put it out, please,” says the bus driver to the skanky man who went in the bathroom.
2 (by Katie) The toilet on the bus might have been more savory than the ones in Knoxville, TN. Upon entering one was greeted by a knocked down stall door that sat crooked on the toilet seat.
3 (by Rebecca) Words of Wisdom from the Bus Driver
“I’ve been held up with guns, knives, and bats.”
“Working for Greyhound is madness.”
“At the Greyhound training school, they teach you to run over kids, if they jump in front of the bus. Because if you swerve, you risk killing 55 people instead of 1 dead person.”
“The only accident you can’t prevent, is when a plane hits a parked bus.”
4 (by Katie) Katie took another reserved sip from her water bottle, not wanting to be too hydrated and be forced to use the tiny, stinky, sloshing toilet on the bus. “Hey, baby.” The words came from behind her. She froze and braced for a creepy hand on the shoulder or a foul smelling crooked toothed smile. The figure passed wearing a head set that obviously belonged on a computer and not a cell phone continuing his conversation. Katie breathed a sigh of relief as Rebecca laughed.
Katie
