Greensboro -->> Chinatown
Finally, at midnight (the bus was scheduled to leave at midnight), the bus pulled up. We all made a dash for it, much to the Chinese bus driver's horror. He began flailing his arms, I suppose indicating for us to stop. I looked on the bus and realized there were about five seats open. I can see overbooking maybe 10 seats, but 50? On the Chinatwon bus?
So, we waited for another hour and a half while they sent us another bus from Charlotte. Somehow we still ended up in NYC by 10:30. I am glad I slept through most of that.
It ended up working out fairly well because we did indeed get a bus to ourselves. However, the bathroom smelled HEINOUS. I mean heinous. I used it in desperation. I spent one minute in that hole of hellish rot and the smell seeped into my clothes and stayed there for two hours!
At one point, the bus driver, despite all the "no smoking" signs, lit up and smoked for a while. I am glad I was not sitting behind him.
NYC -->> Greensboro
This is how I feel..until I remember the humor of the situation.
Crazy Loud Man returns and runs on the bus (not ours) and steals the driver's bag and runs off. Two of our students chase after him. Then three of our students chase after them. Jeff and I thank God that we work with college students who are responsible for their own lives and hope they don't die.
Our students return sans driver's bag. It's ok, though, because he only had ciggarettes in there. Go figure.
We finally get on our bus wet and tired.
Would I do it again? For $30 bucks and a blog entry-heck yes! And maybe without 50 college students for whom I am somewhat responsible. I will just not drink any liquid.
Delightfully Traveling on a Bus,