Just a silly thought that made me smile.
Background: We long distance dated for several months before getting engaged and then married. Not liking being apart for that long we tried to plan a few visits. Most visits ended with a trip to the bus station where Dan would get on the bus and I would wave goodbye and then try to find my way home through my tears. To me, Greyhound was a symbol of separation. It didn’t help that two different buses had transmission problems on Dan’s trip from FL to PA for our wedding, causing him to almost miss the wedding. I told him often that I hated Greyhound.
Silly Thought: I think Dan went to heaven in a Greyhound bus.
3 Comments to I Hate Greyhound
Your thoughts made me laugh Liisa!
No, no, Liisa! I think it was an old Honda Accord with his feet stuck through the floor boards!
No Way – Greyhound’s Customer Service isn’t good enough to
get you to cloud 9 much less Heaven!
one time I was trying to get home and Greyhound realized they were overbooked already – so rather than call the bus – they sent it out without announcement and claimed that I “missed the call”
Praise the Lord I won’t miss the call up Yonder!