California Dreamin'
Scoob left for California tonight and I'm feeling pretty crappy about it.
Gonna miss my buddy around here folks.
What a bloggable night it has been. She was going Greyhound to California and was to pull out at 12:10am. We arrived about 11:30pm and got checked in etc. Midnight... smoke. 1am... smoke. 2am.... pissed. Now one thing that you need to know about Greyhound (that completely blew my mind) is that buying a ticket does not guarantee you a seat. These poor people trying to get to Dallas waited to board only to be told it was standing room only. Standing room only?? I'll be damned if I shell out money to stand in an aisle! A woman traveling with two heathens declined the standing room for obvious reasons and was pretty much stuck until 4am. Bogus.
But back to our original story...
2am and out comes a less than friendly ASSHOLE to talk to the little lady above. So I politely asked where the bus was and why it was 2 hours late. He went into this saga saying that the buses are somewhere between LA and El Paso and that he has no clue when they will arrive. El Paso is a long freakin way from Ft. Worth folks.. I inquired as to why they didn't fire up another bus to which he informed me it was only and hour behind because the departure time was 1am. NEGATIVE. He then decides the El Paso bus should arrive in about 2 hours. Point of interest for you out of towners - El Paso is a hell of a lot longer than 2 hours.
To recap the situation, I did a little math and threw it at him.. If the bus was to depart at 12:10 and its now 2am, plus that speedy two hours from El Paso.. They should show up sometime around 4am. 4 hours late?.. He cops and attitude and spills into the El Paso late gig again. Luckily the genius was wrong and the bus showed up around 2:30am. OH, and apparently they don't have radios or any form of communication with the drivers??
So Scoob is on her way west to her Lust Puppet. Gonna be lonely nights around here again especially since Bing is on 12 hour shifts now. Exciting.
I'm tired. I'm sad. I'm going to bed.
You might live in a trailer park if:
You go to a Tupperware party for a haircut.
Gonna miss my buddy around here folks.
What a bloggable night it has been. She was going Greyhound to California and was to pull out at 12:10am. We arrived about 11:30pm and got checked in etc. Midnight... smoke. 1am... smoke. 2am.... pissed. Now one thing that you need to know about Greyhound (that completely blew my mind) is that buying a ticket does not guarantee you a seat. These poor people trying to get to Dallas waited to board only to be told it was standing room only. Standing room only?? I'll be damned if I shell out money to stand in an aisle! A woman traveling with two heathens declined the standing room for obvious reasons and was pretty much stuck until 4am. Bogus.
But back to our original story...
2am and out comes a less than friendly ASSHOLE to talk to the little lady above. So I politely asked where the bus was and why it was 2 hours late. He went into this saga saying that the buses are somewhere between LA and El Paso and that he has no clue when they will arrive. El Paso is a long freakin way from Ft. Worth folks.. I inquired as to why they didn't fire up another bus to which he informed me it was only and hour behind because the departure time was 1am. NEGATIVE. He then decides the El Paso bus should arrive in about 2 hours. Point of interest for you out of towners - El Paso is a hell of a lot longer than 2 hours.
To recap the situation, I did a little math and threw it at him.. If the bus was to depart at 12:10 and its now 2am, plus that speedy two hours from El Paso.. They should show up sometime around 4am. 4 hours late?.. He cops and attitude and spills into the El Paso late gig again. Luckily the genius was wrong and the bus showed up around 2:30am. OH, and apparently they don't have radios or any form of communication with the drivers??
So Scoob is on her way west to her Lust Puppet. Gonna be lonely nights around here again especially since Bing is on 12 hour shifts now. Exciting.
I'm tired. I'm sad. I'm going to bed.
You might live in a trailer park if:
You go to a Tupperware party for a haircut.
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4:27 AM
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