Oh, come on, now. Greyhound definitely has its charm. I took a Greyhound from Boston the New York City last fall. Red Sox and Yankees were playing in New York City, and it seems like half the bus was Red Sox fans going to the game and the other half was people from New York City who were going home for the weekend. I about pissed my pants when that one guy came back from the bathroom in the bus and told his friend "that pissa smells worse that the Boston Gahden." So the bus driver pulls off into the Bronx. We drive around the Bronx for about half an hour, we pass the same building twice, and I start to wonder if the bus driver is taking the back way or something. After about half an hour, he comes on the intercom. "Ladies and gentlemen, does anyone know how to get to the Port Authority? This is my first day driving and I'm lost." And for God knows what reason, no one in that damn bus knew how to get from where we were in the Bronx to the Port Authority in Manhattan. The Red Sox and Yankees game started at 8pm, it was about
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