So recently I have been taking a little "vacation " in a way. My brother had tickets with my mother to go to P.A /N.J. to "explore" and see what apartments and opportunities there was up here for them. My brother , due to school work, couldn't come so I was invited to go along with Josie, my daughter.
Josie did not have a ticket and my brother's ticket was supposed to be not refundable or transferrable yet they transferred it to me anyhow and it seemed like it didn't matter much to them . It was an adult ticket and that is all that mattered. We went all the way to Indianapolis where we got a ticket for Josie and a really sweet price . The woman at the counter wasn't even paying attention to us! She was talking to her "friend" on the terminal next to her and discussing FACEBOOK and that somebody was in vacation in France or something. So, we got our luggage tags and Josie's ticket and went to board to find out Josie's bag wasn't ticketed right the guy said. Which was weird because we all had TICKETS on our bags. We lugged this bag onto the greyhound and put it on an overhead compartment.
Later, we discover that the woman laminated the Josie's ticket to the bag tag and put that on her bag. Yah, she really wasn't concerned with her job .
To make a long story short we had some "nice " people sitting in front of us at one point. How this occured was that we were in Philly (after dragging our luggage through China town to see the sights only because the stupid terminal had NO lockers) when we got back the bus driver told us we were to get to door 2 or something when we find out it is door 9 because of an announcement. We were first in line along with some other passengers we recognized to dragging our luggage half across the terminal to a longer line and being in the back of the line with these passengers. WE get on the bus to find out there is no seats available or ones that anyone wanted to let go of. When we first started this trip this happened but a gentlemen was nice enough to get up and let Joz and I have a seat together. This bus didn't give a shit until my mother kept going on and on and then finally got some dude to let us sit somewhere.
Where we sat was the very back of the bus next to the bathroom... ewwww..next to a woman who didn't like the idea of us being next to her. This is the only seat on a greyhound with three seats. The two seats Joz and I sat in was pretty much open to the aisle. There was no where for Josie to rest her head. There was plenty of leg room and plenty of fumes from the bathroom. Joz got pretty cranky and was crying when this guy said " for pete's sake, here take my seat!" and I asked , " Are you sure?," in being "polite" and he said , "yah yah yah." At this point, I didn't argue. I get into the seat to the lady had her seat all the way back and she was rude, her partner was rude. It was just upsetting. She was cussing. He yelled at me for talking to my mother telling me that " my girlfriend is trying to sleep." Yet,not five minutes beforehand she was talking about her sex life to another gal. That gal later on was with this guy and that girl was left behind at the next terminal with another drug dealer. She wasn't his girlfriend she was just someone going with the flow ... I guess.
We had really nice people to talk to, rude people, people who I care never to see again in a million years and a dude with some weird disease that caused his chest to collapse forward making one of his legs shorter than the other and had to have a shoe specially made for him. He was really nice. I enjoyed talking to him about baseball, terminal rudeness and coffee.
We had an "interesting " trip to say the least .
Look for another blog with a few photos.
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