to be young and on a bus

4:05 PM EST- This is my first time live blogging! There's scandal at 11th and G, as the scheduled 4:00 pm has decided that it will park itself at Canal and 6th and not the scheduled stop at 34th. People are enraged, including one particularly distressed woman who proclaims that "they'll be getting a negative review from me!" Uness this is Frommer's wife, this plea will fall upon deaf ears. Or perhaps she'll be on the other end of a very understanding customer service person who kindly rescheduled my 10:30 am departure via email...no muss, no fuss.
This controversy led to two swirling lines, one that wrapped around the bus stop. I shimmied to the front, one of the few benefits of being so small. The bus boards those who going to Canal first. When I approach the driver to ask whether I'd be allowed to exchange my ticket, she is confused and furiously yelling into a side kick (fyi- this woman has more than a passing resemblance to former Rap star Da Brat) spots the "A" on my ticket lets me on. I am now on a non-crowded bus with leather seats and no neighbor to speak of, obviously enjoying the benefits of free wireless. More later.
-m

5:38 PM EST- It being finals time, I am working on a paper although I've spent the last 40 minutes reading the New York Times/miscellaneous positive reviews for Iron Man. Besides that, it seems to have been a pretty slow week for movies. I received an email from E Street Cinema that proclaimed "Great movies still playing at E Street!" Way harsh. Just passing Baltimore. I have decided that after 25 minutes of an annoying woman yapping about weddings on a cell phone, to ask her to "please keep it down." She ignores me but I feel better knowing that I said my piece.

5:51 PM EST- That annoying woman has finally decided to get off of her cell phone and is now reading a copy of The Audacity of Hope. Could the power of Barack's unifying vision bring even US together?!

7:10 PM EST- On my way into Delaware, I spot a broken down 'hound right near a toll plaza. A tire is in the process of getting changed which one can only assume takes quite some time. Passengers are strewn about on the lawn, a few playing frisbee to make the most of a bad time. A true testament to the reseliancy of the American people. The child three rows behind me is most certainly eating something involving sour cream or onion because some serious odors making their way up the aisle. Blogger full disclosure: i am wearing boat shoes without socks today and am writing my paper barefoot. Perhaps in an alternate bus blogging universe someone is writing about me!

7:45 PM EST We've stopped for snacks and smokes. A head count was done before anyone left the coach, which I'd like to note parked itself in the section of truck stop generally reserved for people doing dirty things in RVs and drug deals. Unable to control my snack attack, I quickly purchase a bag of Chex Mix and return back. I was seriously considering buying a copy of Hal Ashby's Shampoo that was previously viewed in the convenient mart but decided against it. Occasionaly, I am seriously baffled at truck stop movie and music selections, this trip being no exception. Someone is on the phone exclaims that "this driver is the slowest!" I let out a Nelson like "ha!" to echo my approval. We're back on the road at 8:05.