So, I'm still in NY because the Northeast legitimately forgot how to effectively deal with snowfall. Shit's embarrassing. I'm embarrassed.
The main culprit for this embarrassment is the Greyhound driver. Everyone was giving their ticket to the driver and putting their stuff away--everything was basically going smoothly until it came down to me. Guy saw my ticket, immediately gave me the 1990s "hand", and started giggling at me. Thinking it was commonplace, I started giggling too trying to figure out what was up. Turns out Boston doesn't exist anymore. At least not in the basic way of thinking. Jobs have shut themselves down, people can't get out of their doors, and like usual, it's ass-bitingly cold. Not the combo I wanted to go back to, especially when there is an added "Day After Tomorrow"-this-place-might-actually-not-exist-anymore element tossed in there.
Kudos to you Mr. Driver, for playing me to the point where the only thing I can relate it to is getting "served." Can add you to the list of people that have no business laughing at me, but have actually laughed at me.
...reallllly wanted to make a "Planes, Trains, and Automobiles" joke somewhere in here, but like my trip, it just wasn't in the cards.
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