So for the first time in my life I got to ride a Greyhound bus home from Walla Walla, Wa. When we drive it by our selves it's about a 10 hours, on the bus it was 12. I will never ride the bus by myself again. That is because everyone on the bus was a crack head or a wanta be gangster. All I heard the whole way home was F*#@, bro, yeah well I did this with a girl and them use your imagination on what was said.
Then in Boise we picked up this guy who was drunk and high. He would not leave me alone, so I had to try my hardest to avoid him and there's not to much room on the bus to avoid him. He kept telling me how he was kicked off the last bus and that the police took his weed. This guy would not shut his mouth he was telling another passenger that he was going to stick his D@ck in his ear. After that was said the bus driver had to pull over in the middle of nowhere Idaho and tell him to shut up and sit down and the next time they see or hear him they would call the police to come and get him. Then we had to pull over a second time because of that same guy, so the bus driver told him that at the next stop they were going to have the police take him off the bus. Finally we would be rid of him I thought and well at the next stop no police and yes that guy got back on the bus and he was talking to me and I politely told him he should take a nap to stay out of trouble, so he did at least he listened to someone and he was able to finished the trip to Salt Lake without another outburst. Then this other gangster wanted me to sit by him and "keep him company" as he put it. I told him no I would like to sit in my seat. Then he proceeded to tell me that my husband wouldn't mind. Who the hell dose this guy think he is, umm yes my husband would mind and NO I don't want to sit by you.
Then two Mexicans were caught by the immigration officer and one stop. So the up roar was starting to calm down then the lady in front of me starts singing to 50 cent really loud. The funny thing is I would say she was in her 50's listening to rap.
The only thing that made the trip worth everything was seeing my boys at the bus stop with big smiles on there face, and getting to hug them. This is way I will never travel by bus again with out Tony.
2 comments:
OMG!!! I was worried when mom told me you were riding a bus home. I would be terrified and probably wouldn't have had the courage to do it by myself. I thought about you last night but didn't know what time you were expected home. I'm glad you got home in one piece and have not joined any gangs.
Sorry you had such a rough trip! I'm glad you got back safely and had such a great story to blog, though.
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