4:17 p.m. - 2007-10-10
I actually have a valid reason this time...
So last night was pure shit.
I took the first Greyhound bus to Buffalo rather smoothly, but once it was time to wait for the New York city bus, that is when all hell broke loose.
See, the geniuses at Greyhound (who don't even have the dignity to hire workers that speak well) over-booked my original 9:00 p.m. bus and there were no more drivers going to New York until the next day, so because of that, I had to wait 'til midnight (almost 1:00 a.m.) for the next bus.
So I wait...and wait...and wait...and wait, and finally the next available driver to New York arrives. But the shitiness most definitely doesn't end here.
We get onto the bus and settle down, and then all of a sudden, I notice that he had returned to the frickin Greyhound station! He then announces "My headlights are out, so we will be switching coaches." ...WHAT...THE...FUCK???????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So I unwillingly get out of the previous coach and transfer to the next. At this time, I am extremely worried that I will miss my bus to the Island, because there is only two of them, with the last one leaving at 10:00 a.m. and I didn't want to end up having to take the Long Island Railroad, which also requires a very long walk up to 34th street. This was my biggest worry, and I thought of nothing but that all morning.
We luckily arrive at New York city at 9:00 a.m. and I wait another hour for my bus back to the island. I arrived here in the island at noon.
I then have the pleasure of being driven home by some asshole taxi driver who can't drive!
Needless to say, I am not in the best of moods.
