That’s right, I patronized two different bus companies in the space of three days in December, 2018. Am I a glutton for punishment? Yes I am. Give it to me baby.
I frequently have bus-travel fantasies. Like I'm going to fade into the bus and become a part of the window, easing along America, lost in my thoughts. In my fantasy, it's painless and great, and I think your description of bus travel reminds me why I never do it.
I rode the bus fairly often in my teens. It wasn’t considered an un-middle class thing to do back then (60’s). It seemed cheap and safe which mattered to my parents. Only once when going from Stillwater to Lawton, OK with my college roomie did anything untoward happen. A wine bottle rolled noisily down the full length of the aisle. Everyone looked back, of course, and a disheveled guy looked straight ahead like it was none of his business. Lol
p.s. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tZkouut-9RQ
I frequently have bus-travel fantasies. Like I'm going to fade into the bus and become a part of the window, easing along America, lost in my thoughts. In my fantasy, it's painless and great, and I think your description of bus travel reminds me why I never do it.
I rode the bus fairly often in my teens. It wasn’t considered an un-middle class thing to do back then (60’s). It seemed cheap and safe which mattered to my parents. Only once when going from Stillwater to Lawton, OK with my college roomie did anything untoward happen. A wine bottle rolled noisily down the full length of the aisle. Everyone looked back, of course, and a disheveled guy looked straight ahead like it was none of his business. Lol
By the way, no lights or toilets back then. 😐