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So, Kate went to NYC for the weekend because of an art teachers' conference. She went with her friend on the bus from Baltimore to NYC on Thursday, and then attempted to come back today via bus as well.

They had an afternoon ticket, but were able to get on an earlier bus (leaving 12:30pm). The bus gets down to the corners of PA, NJ, and Delaware, and has electrical problems. The bus pulls over at a rest area, but conks out. They have to send another bus, it will take about an hour. About two hours later the second bus comes from Philadelphia.

Not twenty minutes later, as they're crossing the Delaware River Bridge, passengers in the back are yelling that there's smoke coming into the bus from the rear. Burning rubber smell fills the passenger area too. Bus driver passes the bridge, and pulls over, but eventually brings the bus to Wilmington, DE. Not a scheduled stop. They have to now wait for a SECOND bus.

So, I drive out all the way to god damn Delaware to get Kate. (Imagine being able to be magically whisked away to . . . Delaware. "Hi, I'm in Delaware.")

I arrive at the tiny and filthy bus station after about an hour and a half. Since I have to use the restroom, I come in. I pull the handle to the men's room door, and it's locked. Person nearby says "It's out of order".

"Awesome"

That's TWO busses, and one fucking bathroom that Greyhound can't get working.

So, I get Kate and her gear, and load up and head home. Total of 3:15 of driving, $15 in tolls, and 1/2 a tank of gas (A bit over 200 some miles).

I already hated mass transit. This doesn't help. Greyhound can eat my ass.

Mood: Rage