On the Greyhound to Ottawa
I'm stuck in a bus, going forwards and backwards. Forwards and backwards.
There's a trailer attached to the back, and the bus driver doesn't know how to reverse with one attached. He just cannot get us out of this narrow little parking lot.
We're in the middle of nowhere, next to a truck garage. Forwards and backwards.
Oh great, now we're stuck in the dirt. Our wheels are spinning hopelessly, now that we're stuck in a rut. Look, he's walked off to try to get some help.
This isn't just a delay, it's travel hell. Hell is forwards and backwards. Forwards and backwards.