The trip to the con. I thought I was going to die.
Left Alex a little after 5pm that Tuesday. The bus was supposed to be there at 4:55, but I could live with a little delay.
Little did I know what it would portend.
I'm trapped! Like a rat! The walls are closing in! I can't take it any more!
The bus in Minneapolis was supposed to leave around 9pm. Instead I found that no buses were allowed through Chicago until 6am. Did Greyhound bother to announce this? No, not that it would help with the unintelligible method they have of using the com system. I heard from some other passengers and then asked at customer service. Nice people, but clueless.
This little 10-year-old had the right idea. Have a party! She won the hearts of the adults with her purple jammies, Tinker Bell blanket, and paparazzi camera.
Unfortunately, the blockage remained until 9:20am, even though there wasn't so much as a flurry between there and the East Coast. I never will understand that logic.
This is what I look like with no sleep in 24 hours standing in the cold. It's a lunch break on the way to Chicago. Please! Move!
It's a little hard to tell, but that water tower is painted with roses, complete with stems. Neat.
The rest of the stay in Chicago was... nightmarish. I have never run into such rude, anti-social, just plain nasty people in my life. And they were all employed by Greyhound. Ugh. I've been screamed at, lied to, and generally treated like dirt. *Never* going Greyhound again.
I can't believe the bus driver got lost trying to find the bus terminal in Columbus. >.<
I think this is all Columbus Ohio. Indianapolis was too dark to take pictures as I recall.
Daylight! Sweet daylight! And Mom really wanted pictures of the Appalachians. Approaching Pittsburgh, as I recall.
It's so pretty. And these disposable cameras definitely have issues when it comes to light conditions. Bright afternoon sun? Fine! Indoors with flash or morning or evening sun? Grainy like you wouldn't believe.
And again with the rudeness. I was even lied to, again! Greyhound seems to hire people based on how terrible they can make the trip.
It's a pretty, wonderfully bright day. So why did the lady in Customer Service insist that the delay was due to weather? And why couldn't the bus I was supposed to be on wait just 5 minutes past it's departure time so about half a dozen people get on? *sigh*
It's not just steel. It's a mish-mash of every architectural style since the Middle Ages!
It's hard to see, but that's white marble, a fancy rug, and crystal chandeliers. 0.0 I was going to stay there!?
Here I am! Really! Finally! 16 hours late, but I'm here! Yes!
But my adventures don't end there. I still have to get to the room. And boy is that a story!
But for next time.
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