You all know I went to Germany. Some of you may even know that to get to the airport, my sister and I decided to take the Greyhound bus. To make a long story short, my mom said the family was busy that night so not to bother asking anyone. They would all say no, later we found out that my brother offered to drive us to the airport. Whatever, we were determined to get to the airport so we took a bus. The adventure began the moment the bus arrived at the station and would continue on through the night.
Okay I get that he was trying to be funny, I really do. But he was on the verge of lunacy and quite creepy. I think it didn't help that he was as a short Filipino man with some golds in his mouth and a Jheri curl mullet. I kid you not! He even had the era matching sunglasses. Seriously!
Skip to about :20, if Daryyl was Filipino, he would have been my bus driver, Soul Glo and all!!!
Wrong! Our trip was about to be delayed at least forty-five minutes.
Our bus ride down to Los Angeles included a stop in Santa Barbara and another in Oxnard.
We reach Santa Barbara and the bus driver exits the freeway (southbound). He drives around a bit and then gets on the freeway again (northbound). I figure maybe he missed his turn at the traffic light because some jerk didn't let him over. He heads north for a bit and then exits the freeway again, drives back through the same area we were just in. My sister is now watching what is happening. I am starting to realize the bus driver is lost.
The bus driver doesn't trust the French man and is talking on the radio to the bus station and the driver is still failing at finding the bus station. The driver finally gives in and allows the French man to guide him to the bus station. Finally! My sister and I were still laughing at the situation but we were happy that this mishap did not interfere with our flight schedule. We made it. I decide to get off the bus to use the bathroom at the station. I was glad we were about to switch drivers because I could only imagine how lost he would get in Los Angeles. Roger, our bus driver, apologizes to everyone he sees. He then goes on to tell the whole line waiting for the bathroom that it is his first time in Santa Barbara. Okay, I can understand getting lost or turned around in a new place. But you are a bus driver!!! Did you not study your new route?! Here is the killer. "I am not good with one way streets," he said in conclusion to his apology.
On to Oxnard barreling down the freeway at who knows what speed but I just focused on getting to Los Angeles on time. By the time we reached Oxnard the driver managed to shave a little of the lost time off. After the quick stop in Oxnard that pretty much filled the rest of the bus up, onward to Los Angeles. We made it safely to the bus station in the heart of scummy Los Angeles. The bus drop off is on East 7th street and is in the GHETTO! On the walk from the Greyhound station to the city bus we witnessed several drug deals, crack heads and homeless camped out in the middle of the sidewalk. It was about midnight when we made this happy little walk, then had a 10 minute wait for our bus. *sigh* Lived to tell the tale? Yup!
Here is what I learned:
- Roger has pozole for brains.
- Avoid taking the Greyhound in the future.
- Try not to walk in the ghetto at midnight.
In other unrelated news, glad to see another pedophile is off the streets. Yeah he may have taken the pussy way out but one more not in existence is always a good thing. Sick fucks!