FAHK YOU GREYHOUND
Okay guys! Let's all stop using Greyhound for ever and ever. They are the worst worst bus service ever.
"But Brendy," you ask, "Why on Earth do you ask us to hate our good friend Greyhound?"
Uhhh I don't know maybe it's because I just got back from my bus, when I was originally supposed to be in Ithaca at SEVEN TWENTY. Bastards.
I got to the Port Authority at 2:00, all happy and ready and genki for my 2:45 ticket outta there, and when the time came lo! There was no bus to be found, nor anyone to tell us what the eff was going on. Around 3:05 some guy comes around and says "Uhhh, your bus was delayed because the driver is at the garage waiting for his bus." What the hell! Did the bus just decide to go for a smoke break? Did you lose the seventy fucking ton bus somewhere in the city?
So finally a bus comes at 3:30 and they pack 75% of the line into it (not including me and 25 other people) and then some guy pops out and says "Oh, they're getting another bus, it will be here shortly." So we wait, and wait, and waaaait an hour and a half and then we realize when he says "shortly," he means the next damn bus on the normal schedule because Greyhound is a basTARD like that. So 4:45 comes around, and STILL no bus, even though one is scheduled to leave then. We organize ourselves into strike groups of angry passengers and send each other out on commando missions to find someone in the entire Port Authority who has even a smidge of authority or knowledge because we have gotten nothing over the past two hours from them. I myself go to the Ticketing counter (with computers! and staff! and someone who should know something) where they tell me they don't know anything and maybe I should go over to the other ticket counter and talk to a supervisor, down the stairs and on the left, which I do, where they tell me oh the supervisor won't know anything go find a customer service representative near the gate which is down the stairs to your right, which I do and oh, he doesn't know anything, you don't have a bus yet? I thought the next one would be at SEVEN THIRTY lfdjaldjaljgsljajlkassjflghdkffaljddad
Eventually (forty five minutes later) a bus DOES come, and they herd some of us on, loudly proclaiming that it's the bus to Binghamton, Cortland, and Syracuse (Ithaca? Hello? Where you at?) and that anyone who wants points north should get on, which SCREWS over the Rochester people who have been waiting since 2:00 because they have no bus, and they tell them that they'll have to wait for the 7:30 bus. I decide to get on because someone can get me at Cortland, but my new passenger buddies are just royally screwed over. Then once we get ON the bus, the bus driver says "Oh, this is the last bus leaving in that direction from here today." WTF Greyhound? Did you just totally screw over 10 people AND lie to them?!
Even the bus was a comic tragedy, with the bus driver getting lost, something going wrong with the brakes and him having to pull over, and a wonky heating system that makes the back half of the bus a sauna and the front half an igloo. BASTARRRRRDS
I am getting my money back if it KILLS ME.
On the other hand, NY was fun, most of my shopping is done, I hung out with the fam, and yaaaay Christmas. Just fuck Greyhound.
"But Brendy," you ask, "Why on Earth do you ask us to hate our good friend Greyhound?"
Uhhh I don't know maybe it's because I just got back from my bus, when I was originally supposed to be in Ithaca at SEVEN TWENTY. Bastards.
I got to the Port Authority at 2:00, all happy and ready and genki for my 2:45 ticket outta there, and when the time came lo! There was no bus to be found, nor anyone to tell us what the eff was going on. Around 3:05 some guy comes around and says "Uhhh, your bus was delayed because the driver is at the garage waiting for his bus." What the hell! Did the bus just decide to go for a smoke break? Did you lose the seventy fucking ton bus somewhere in the city?
So finally a bus comes at 3:30 and they pack 75% of the line into it (not including me and 25 other people) and then some guy pops out and says "Oh, they're getting another bus, it will be here shortly." So we wait, and wait, and waaaait an hour and a half and then we realize when he says "shortly," he means the next damn bus on the normal schedule because Greyhound is a basTARD like that. So 4:45 comes around, and STILL no bus, even though one is scheduled to leave then. We organize ourselves into strike groups of angry passengers and send each other out on commando missions to find someone in the entire Port Authority who has even a smidge of authority or knowledge because we have gotten nothing over the past two hours from them. I myself go to the Ticketing counter (with computers! and staff! and someone who should know something) where they tell me they don't know anything and maybe I should go over to the other ticket counter and talk to a supervisor, down the stairs and on the left, which I do, where they tell me oh the supervisor won't know anything go find a customer service representative near the gate which is down the stairs to your right, which I do and oh, he doesn't know anything, you don't have a bus yet? I thought the next one would be at SEVEN THIRTY lfdjaldjaljgsljajlkassjflghdkffaljddad
Eventually (forty five minutes later) a bus DOES come, and they herd some of us on, loudly proclaiming that it's the bus to Binghamton, Cortland, and Syracuse (Ithaca? Hello? Where you at?) and that anyone who wants points north should get on, which SCREWS over the Rochester people who have been waiting since 2:00 because they have no bus, and they tell them that they'll have to wait for the 7:30 bus. I decide to get on because someone can get me at Cortland, but my new passenger buddies are just royally screwed over. Then once we get ON the bus, the bus driver says "Oh, this is the last bus leaving in that direction from here today." WTF Greyhound? Did you just totally screw over 10 people AND lie to them?!
Even the bus was a comic tragedy, with the bus driver getting lost, something going wrong with the brakes and him having to pull over, and a wonky heating system that makes the back half of the bus a sauna and the front half an igloo. BASTARRRRRDS
I am getting my money back if it KILLS ME.
On the other hand, NY was fun, most of my shopping is done, I hung out with the fam, and yaaaay Christmas. Just fuck Greyhound.