I went to the bus station for my 2:30 bus, as scheduled, and I promptly reported to the ticketing window to find out the lane number. She looked at my ticket, laughed to herself, ripped it in half, and told me, with a smile, that the bus had been in an accident and so the trip was cancelled. She asked me if I wanted a ticket for the late bus.
Um, no, I don't. Can I have my money back please?
So I got my money back. Now I am going with a different company, whose buses don't regularly explode (hopefully), at 7:30. Also, I got a first class ticket!! Which means I'm going in style.
Oy. What if I was on that bus? I need to get a massage/drunk.
Out for realzies this time. Bye bye