Believe me this Aint No Magic School Bus…

So it’s about time we went on a trip together fellow blog readers. Things seem to be getting pretty serious between us. This time I’m taking you on the road to Toronto with me (yah I know laaaaaame). No I’m not driving and typing at the same time right now I’m sitting on a Greyhound bus. I travel in style.

I can’t put my finger on the exact smell on this beauty ride. I have narrowed it down to a cross between dirty gym socks and a bottle of Captain Morgan gone wrong. In fact, yes rum must be the culprit because some lady just got on and said, “Hey does anybunny smell dat rum on de bus.” And yes, those were her exact words, slang and all. Clearly nobody answered her because people are awkward and they don’t like to get out of their shy little comfort zones when a stranger talks to them. I gave her a smug, “I totally smell rum” grin. Hopefully she doesn’t feel too stupid now.

The bus irritates me but for the most part it seems to be a more economical option for traveling to Toronto given the gas prices these days. For 18 dollars I can get a round trip ticket and included in that ride is usually drunken banter from the moron who thinks it’s okay to drink on the bus, at least 2 conversations from loud talkers who act like they just got a cell phone for the first time and some little kid starting at me because I have a laptop and yes I’m playing Family Guy. Am I wearing something of yours little Timmy?

Today’s ride is pretty standard. I saw the “cell phone” guy while I was waiting for the bus and he’s talking extra loud today. He can’t seem to form his words very well though. It appears that he’s been drinking. Oh boy! I made a point of sitting as far away from him as possible. Don’t really know why he thinks it’s okay to look someone up and down but we’ll let this one slide as I hide at the back of the bus as from away from him as possible.

Directly in front of me, we’ve got a pretty awesome “convo” going on. It’s a shame I can’t make out a word of it though because it’s not in English. No evesdropping for me today. Thankfully, I’ve secured a seat all by my lonesome without some dude jamming me into the wall with his fat arms taking up both arm rests.
I can’t write anymore because the sun won’t really allow me to see my screen and some dorkus malorkus just sat down directly behind me in a prime creeping position. Let’s wait for a dark spot on the ride and I’ll be back.
BRB!
Okay so I totally lied. I never came back because I fell asleep. Oh the comfort and joy of Greyhound. Until my next adventure.

Later dooods.