I am in a really bad mood. The other day I went down to New York to visit one of my friends after he had just gotten off of work. The plan was for me to take a bus down to Penn Station, meet up with him, grab some dinner at a nice Mexican restaurant in Manhattan and grab drinks at a bar afterwards. Since we were going to rendezvous at seven, I logically bought a ticket for the bus leaving South Station at three in the afternoon. I was standing in line to grab my pre-purchased ticket from the ticket booth at 2:45. You would think that I had plenty of time. I was in for an unwanted educational experience on the efficiency of our subsidized bus industry.
For fifteen whole minutes I stood in a line which wasn’t that long to begin with to pick up my Peter Pan bus ticket. The line dragged along like a snail as the brain-dead subsidized drones behind the counter took minute after minute to take care of trivial requests. On top of that, there were four of them and they would still only serve one customer at a time. I started counting down minute after minute, realizing that I might not make the bus in time with all the stalling. 3:00 rolls around. I finally get up to the booth. I toss the lady my reservation and emphasize that I’m running late. She gives me my ticket not a moment too soon. Read the rest of this entry »
