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the_wanlorn) wrote2008-10-31 10:34 am
the_wanlorn) wrote2008-10-31 10:34 am
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So, the first time I went down to Alabama, I took Greyhound and took notes and shit on stuff that happened so I could tell you all stories. And then I, uh, never did. So here are the notes I took, so I can take them out of my notebook.
I've been traveling most the trip with a lady - Tammy - from Florida. She went up to Bridgeport to visit her brother. Like all good visits with family, it ended with her calling the cops on him and having him thrown in jail.
He was a drunk and a druggie, and butts her in the mouth. The day after he got out of jail, she left to go back to Florida and spoil her grandkids. Much better than getting assaulted at 3AM by her brother.
It's strange, I think, how people band together on long trips. Besides Tammy, there's a guy in our merry band of travelers heading to Austin. We all take turns watching each others' luggage and pestering Information about where our gate is*.
At the very beginning, a woman struck up a conversation with me for the two hours we waited for the bus. That is just unheard of in Boston, even if you're waiting for the commuter rail.
A little boy**
*Not as easy to find out as you think. We stood at the "right" gate according to Information in NYC for over an hour - at the head of the line no less - before being told whoops! We were really supposed to be at this other gate that's boarding now! Also, back to the end of the line with us (the entire line barely fit in two buses).
**I think this was going to be talking about the little kid that attached himself to me while his mum slept? But I don't remember anymore.
And that's it. I think I was going to flesh them out into three different LJ posts while I was down there, but I just never got around to it.
I've been traveling most the trip with a lady - Tammy - from Florida. She went up to Bridgeport to visit her brother. Like all good visits with family, it ended with her calling the cops on him and having him thrown in jail.
He was a drunk and a druggie, and butts her in the mouth. The day after he got out of jail, she left to go back to Florida and spoil her grandkids. Much better than getting assaulted at 3AM by her brother.
It's strange, I think, how people band together on long trips. Besides Tammy, there's a guy in our merry band of travelers heading to Austin. We all take turns watching each others' luggage and pestering Information about where our gate is*.
At the very beginning, a woman struck up a conversation with me for the two hours we waited for the bus. That is just unheard of in Boston, even if you're waiting for the commuter rail.
A little boy**
*Not as easy to find out as you think. We stood at the "right" gate according to Information in NYC for over an hour - at the head of the line no less - before being told whoops! We were really supposed to be at this other gate that's boarding now! Also, back to the end of the line with us (the entire line barely fit in two buses).
**I think this was going to be talking about the little kid that attached himself to me while his mum slept? But I don't remember anymore.
- bus going slow
- pulled over and driver looked back and said one fan broke that cooled engine
- kept going real slow and pulled off at Jacksonville
- within two miles, back smoking up a storm
- had to run out of bus and fire dept. came and were going to get school bus for rest of way
- was gonna take long time, so hitchhiked to Atlanta with a trucker
And that's it. I think I was going to flesh them out into three different LJ posts while I was down there, but I just never got around to it.