OMG Becky, like 2 posts in a row! Like OMG!
lol. So as I mentioned before my greyhound experience began at 10:45pm on a Friday. Oh my goodness, the downtown station is sooooo, sooooo ghetto. There is no other word, I could use ‘urban’ but depending on who says it, it just means ghetto. Walking into the station was like walking into a
flea market where everything was Free.99. Chaotic!
My mom, lawd bless her, came in to wait with me for my bus to arrive. While waiting we saw and heard some very interesting things. We saw numerous people who looked homeless. There was this one dude who looked like he flashed little kids, he had a long trench coat and everything. Another man kept his hand up under his shirt but close to his pant line…wonder what he was doing? Don’t want to know. Also as we were waiting, we heard some ’shaniqua’ getting into it rather loudly on the phone. Clearly!
For those who don’t know, the greyhound bus station is set up like a race track. Each bus departs form a certain gate. They had us “line up” at our specific gate and then it was first come first serve seating. Lemme tell ya, the rush towards the door was crazy. With my moms help I got a good position in line, she blocked some hispanic dudes with TONS of luggage so I could get out the door. Mom, you rock!
So I finally get situated on my bus and find myself looking out the window. I love my momma but sometimes she is reaaalllll special. I’m looking out the window and my mom is waving at me. This lady done went around the bus to find out where I was sitting. Gotta love it. The next lovely incident I saw was the baggage people ‘play fighting’. Ummmm now that I look back on it, maybe it was a baggage person and a crackhead…hey, we were in that part of town. One baggage guy was punching through the air and next thing I know, he has pulled out this big ass pocket knife! The other guy backed down and they went back to business as usual. Alrighty then. And please explain why me and the one drunk black dude on the bus were the only ones to see this! Clearly. Oh and public service announcement: never ride in confined spaces with a drunk. Not the hotness. “The more you know!” *nbc chime thingy*
Our bus driver for this leg of the trip was Richard who didn’t take any mess! He would take us safely to Birmingham, AL. He also was the one who kept the line orderly as we got on the bus. We only had one irrate passenger that leg. He was mad cause the customer service people *laughing hysterically..ain’t no service on greyhound* directed him to the wrong bus and he was stuck with this option.
Other than that, this leg of the trip was uneventful. A skinny black girl sat next to me. Thank baby Jesus! We made small talk and then she left me alone…twas wonderful. I listened to my ipod and fell in and out of consciousness. When we got off in Birmingham I realized that I’d lost my beloved ipod. It was like 2am and we were transferring buses, me no likey. By the time I checked the bus for it, someone had picked it up. RIP *pours out some liqqua* I was HEATED. Someone is riding across america jammin to 240 songs with a pair of deluxe philips earbuds. But that’s ok, God don’t like ugly.
Well, that’s it for today. Gotta get off work.
Serenity
