7:39PM, Somewhere on I-94
As I type this I am speeding west towards the Windy City, in relative comfort on the upper deck of a Mega Bus. Dennis is here next to me, but Brian is not so lucky. We picked up a veritable river of new riders in Ann Arbor and suddenly he finds himself trapped in a window seat next to a very talkative college boy with a very high opinion of himself. And this guy is painfully macking the chick in the seat in front of him. It's really embarrassing, he's an amateur and the girl is trying to claw her way free of him like a kitten being squeezed by a toddler.
The WiFi on the bus is not working (yes they have WiFi on busses now), and rather than rip the driver away from his more pressing duties of not getting us killed, I'll just have to wait and post this when we reach Chicago. And that should be sometime in the next 3-8 hours, depending on how many "Personal Maintenance" breaks this driver decides he needs.
Ok, I am going to go back to looking out the windows and pretending I am flying...
4 comments:
I went on that same trip a month ago. The driver stopped at every Popeyes he could find. The entire bus smelled like chicken.
The seats are a bit close together but it's nice having someone else drive.
I heart Megabus.
Welcome to the Windy City! May your stay be fruitful and your return Mega Bus not smell like chicken!
Poor Brian! You should have brought something to read. Maybe a Bible. M
i would have Mary but fiction bores me and all of the violence is depressing. great speakers this weekend, wish you could have gone, i think you would have liked it. talks will be posted to ffrf.org soon.
bri
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