Wednesday, April 22, 2009

1st Leg Fucked

Can't do anything but sit put, wait. My bus came and went. I was standing here, got dropped off at 2:35. Bus sitting here in lane 4 has "Jackson" on its nameplate and its lane sign says Baltimore and Washington. Full of Asians. Nothing on the loudspeaker. Lane 3 pulls in, loudspeaker declares Philly, Camden. Lane 4 leaves. It's 2:39pm. Lane 3 leaves. It's 2:41pm. My bus doesn't leave until 2:50. So I wait until 3:00pm. Woman with the lip blister behind the counter frowns, asks how long I been standing out there. That bus left. She called it, she said. Didn't I see it?
"Yea I saw it, Jackson, Mississippi.".
Turns out my only option now is Port Authority in Midtown Manhattan.
That bus will be here shortly and should get in before 5, she said, 30 minutes ago.
Yet on the same spot I stand on the platform.
I'm gonna have to take the Newark Liberty Express over to EWR from Port Authority, another 45 minutes upon arrival.
This is cutting it too close.
I'm gonna get stuck in New York tonight.

3:35pm

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