Day Six
The day started horribly. It did remind me however that I hate buses. They are a nice mode of transportation when there is no other (including larger buses). I spent the second half of my 2.5 hour bus ride with a giant sleeping man, who gurgled. He drank so much liquid during the first half of the ride (thankfully he was sitting across the aisle at that point) that for the second half he gurgled when ever he breathed. It was not appetizing. His drink of choice? Grapefruit juice. I have nothing against those whom love grapefruit and its juice. It just gets weird when one drinks it by the bottle. A family size, Ocean Spray 32oz bottle. This guy chugged half of it while the bus was stopped in Toms River (1.5 hours south of NYC).
The bus was crowded this morning to the point where there were only standers left. When the bus stopped in Toms River all but two seats were taken by the standers. An older couple boarded and for the first ten minutes of the ride, I sat with the husband. The husband obviously worried about his wife sitting with the giant fellow, asked to switch with him. Of course it was fine with everyone involved (ie the couple and the giant fellow).
They switched seats and every thing started of fine, until the giant fellow fell asleep. Now I'm not a small person (5'5" 180lbs), but next to this guy I felt like a small child (4'5" 95lbs). I was crammed up in the corner of my seat not because I didn't want to touch him (there was a small amount of that) but because he kept falling over on me in his sleep. By putting myself in the corner I had better leverage to get him off me. Every five minutes for the duration of the 1.5 hour trip from Toms river to NYC, I pushed the guy off me. I wanted to read. I wanted to stab him. I wanted to scream and yell. Instead I pushed. Every five minutes.
The rest of the day went okay. Nothing spectacular. The internet died a couple times. Probable overload from what I was doing. Oh well... I got it fixed and everything was fine. The trip back to Atlantic City was really quiet. I tried to sleep, but the driver was weaving in and out of the holiday traffic. It was a boring ride overall.
Arriving in Atlantic City, I get a text from my aunt stating she would not be picking me up. I wanted to cry. I did not want to take the bus. I was so tired. So I took a cab. I told her I was going to, in response to her text. I even stated that I was taking the cab so I could be in bed by ten at the latest. I was exhausted. I walked in the door, there is no "hello" or "how was your day?" It was "how much did the cab cost?" And when I answered honestly, she exploded over the cost. I just restated that I wanted to go to bed. I didn't say good night to her (the first time since I got here) and was in bed at 9:45. I went to sleep right away.
Yes it's true I don't have the money to be spending on cabs, but I also don't have the energy to deal with buses. Especially late night, local buses. I'll take the cab thank you.
The bus was crowded this morning to the point where there were only standers left. When the bus stopped in Toms River all but two seats were taken by the standers. An older couple boarded and for the first ten minutes of the ride, I sat with the husband. The husband obviously worried about his wife sitting with the giant fellow, asked to switch with him. Of course it was fine with everyone involved (ie the couple and the giant fellow).
They switched seats and every thing started of fine, until the giant fellow fell asleep. Now I'm not a small person (5'5" 180lbs), but next to this guy I felt like a small child (4'5" 95lbs). I was crammed up in the corner of my seat not because I didn't want to touch him (there was a small amount of that) but because he kept falling over on me in his sleep. By putting myself in the corner I had better leverage to get him off me. Every five minutes for the duration of the 1.5 hour trip from Toms river to NYC, I pushed the guy off me. I wanted to read. I wanted to stab him. I wanted to scream and yell. Instead I pushed. Every five minutes.
The rest of the day went okay. Nothing spectacular. The internet died a couple times. Probable overload from what I was doing. Oh well... I got it fixed and everything was fine. The trip back to Atlantic City was really quiet. I tried to sleep, but the driver was weaving in and out of the holiday traffic. It was a boring ride overall.
Arriving in Atlantic City, I get a text from my aunt stating she would not be picking me up. I wanted to cry. I did not want to take the bus. I was so tired. So I took a cab. I told her I was going to, in response to her text. I even stated that I was taking the cab so I could be in bed by ten at the latest. I was exhausted. I walked in the door, there is no "hello" or "how was your day?" It was "how much did the cab cost?" And when I answered honestly, she exploded over the cost. I just restated that I wanted to go to bed. I didn't say good night to her (the first time since I got here) and was in bed at 9:45. I went to sleep right away.
Yes it's true I don't have the money to be spending on cabs, but I also don't have the energy to deal with buses. Especially late night, local buses. I'll take the cab thank you.
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