Friday, August 1, 2008

Reason #462 why the back of the bus is only cool when you are ten


A man got beheaded on his Greyhound bus excursion in Canada. Yup, his seatmate must have gotten about all the 'ey's' he could bear, and he pulled out a hunting knife and stabbed the 22-year old over, and over, and over again. And then he cut his head off.

So as our economy goes to the crapper, gas prices reach all time highs, airfare is laughable...we are all looking to alternative methods of transportation to get from point a to point b. Before the days of H-ette, I used to take the 'ole Greyhound bus down to pop's place in Cherry Hill - because it was cheap, convenient and I liked the overhead lights which allowed me to read. However, all in all, the bus rides were somewhat creepy, because, well, buses are just kinda creepy. It's not like being on a train with hundreds of people, and space and big windows and a train conductor who meanders through every once and a while. A bus is about forty people in way-too-close proximity, with no option of getting up/getting off/switching cars or seats. It is what it is. So imagine your seatmate ends up a raging psychopath, is toting a machete and wants blood. Now that's a hell of a way to save a couple bucks on transportation. So let's leave the bus riding for the school children. That's the only time it's fun, when there are no seat belts, you can stand up and get out of your seat and sit in the back making faces and flipping the bird to the people in the car behind you.

I'll tell you what, it's first class for me all the way. Most psychos are too cheap to travel first class, which ensures my safety. I'm not sure if that's a proven fact, but I can pretty much guesstimate that most "transportation" crimes take place in subways, on buses...not in First Class on a 747 with all-you-can-drink bloody mary's. Nope- that's reason to celebrate - not murder. So I'd rather arrive alive than save a couple greenbacks. Who's with me?

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