ok. i promised an update on my horrible experience with Greyhound... so here you guys go!!! i'm still seething from the whole thing.... 
things were basically ok up until St. Louis. coming from Chicago, there was this entirely too weird 17 yr old girl who i woke up to hugging me.... uh yikes. (she told me that she's scared to go to New Mexico because of the Indians there... because they scalp white people. and she was positive that New Mexico was actually Mexico and that i'd need to learn Spanish) strange. creepy girl.
we get to St. Louis and they've overbooked our bus so we don't get to load. and we wait about 2 1/2 hours for the next bus. not so bad. but then that bus we finally get on breaks down about 50 miles outside of St. Louis and we're told that we'll have to wait 2 hours for another bus to come rescue us from the side of the highway. and that included no air conditioning in 90 degree, 70 percent humidity weather. awesome.
we're finally "rescued" and we get to Tulsa, OK. we get there and are told that once again, they've overbooked the next bus and we'll have to wait for the 5 o'clock bus. (we got in at 4) ok. whatever. so as i'm getting my carry on bags off of the bus, apparently the driver moved the step stool that's supposed to be at the bottom of the steps of the bus. i can't see this because my hands are full. i misstep, because the stool isn't there any longer, and my ankle goes out at some fantasically weird angle. i'm seeing white spots behind my eyes. fucking HURT.
now my ankle is swelling and i can't put any weight on it. after helping me inside, i can't help but notice that the bus driver THEN puts the stool back where it needs to go.
so after all that lovely nonsense we're told we aren't getting first priority on the 5pm bus. people who've just bought their tickets in that hour at the stupid counter are getting priority ahead of us. go. to. hell. well. i'm needing ice for my ankle/foot. Shakela (pronouned sha-quila) has decided that she's going to charge me for the ice i need for my foot. effing bitch. not only that, she's rather rude to us customers. and we didn't get to load another bus until SEVEN pm, then we waited another THREE HOURS for a driver to show up to drive that bus. so we left at 10. at this point, we're nine hours behind schedule.
things were uncomfortable the rest of the way to NM, but passengers were so sweet about helping me around and stuff, due to my bum foot. however, upon arriving in Albuquerque, Greyhound (despite my luggage claim tickets) attempted to give me someone else's luggage.
i'm never taking another bus as long as i live.
and i think i'm due for a welcome party this week.
things were basically ok up until St. Louis. coming from Chicago, there was this entirely too weird 17 yr old girl who i woke up to hugging me.... uh yikes. (she told me that she's scared to go to New Mexico because of the Indians there... because they scalp white people. and she was positive that New Mexico was actually Mexico and that i'd need to learn Spanish) strange. creepy girl.
we get to St. Louis and they've overbooked our bus so we don't get to load. and we wait about 2 1/2 hours for the next bus. not so bad. but then that bus we finally get on breaks down about 50 miles outside of St. Louis and we're told that we'll have to wait 2 hours for another bus to come rescue us from the side of the highway. and that included no air conditioning in 90 degree, 70 percent humidity weather. awesome.
we're finally "rescued" and we get to Tulsa, OK. we get there and are told that once again, they've overbooked the next bus and we'll have to wait for the 5 o'clock bus. (we got in at 4) ok. whatever. so as i'm getting my carry on bags off of the bus, apparently the driver moved the step stool that's supposed to be at the bottom of the steps of the bus. i can't see this because my hands are full. i misstep, because the stool isn't there any longer, and my ankle goes out at some fantasically weird angle. i'm seeing white spots behind my eyes. fucking HURT.
now my ankle is swelling and i can't put any weight on it. after helping me inside, i can't help but notice that the bus driver THEN puts the stool back where it needs to go.
so after all that lovely nonsense we're told we aren't getting first priority on the 5pm bus. people who've just bought their tickets in that hour at the stupid counter are getting priority ahead of us. go. to. hell. well. i'm needing ice for my ankle/foot. Shakela (pronouned sha-quila) has decided that she's going to charge me for the ice i need for my foot. effing bitch. not only that, she's rather rude to us customers. and we didn't get to load another bus until SEVEN pm, then we waited another THREE HOURS for a driver to show up to drive that bus. so we left at 10. at this point, we're nine hours behind schedule.
things were uncomfortable the rest of the way to NM, but passengers were so sweet about helping me around and stuff, due to my bum foot. however, upon arriving in Albuquerque, Greyhound (despite my luggage claim tickets) attempted to give me someone else's luggage.
i'm never taking another bus as long as i live.
and i think i'm due for a welcome party this week.
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Ugh.