My Adventures With Public Transportation

[rfmcdonald]

My flight, this past Friday the 26th (two times 13--a coincidence?), from Toronto to Washington D.C. passed well, almost too well. I settled down at the baggage-check area to wait for Tommy. But then, at 7:30, my name got paged, and I went to the Traveller Assistance area, and I listened to Tommy's description of his car's death wish. Fortunately, there was a bus leaving for Richmond under Greyhound's insignia at 7:40, so I went and bought the ticket.

But. Things didn't go that simply.

Basically, I missed the first bus to Richmond--attendant had a thick accent, bus driver I asked was an idiot--so I had to take the bus to Washington D.C. at 10:15. Actually, no; it was raining, so it was 20 minutes late, and I was a bit of a bundle of nerves.

I got into Washington D.C. (incidentally seeing the Capitol and the Washington Monument on the way in, both nice edifices), barely managed to get to the bus to Richmond in time. (I saw the Pentagon on the way out.) At least the bus to Richmond was on time, and Tom was waiting there. Which was quite nice.

A very good end to the day which, um, could have been better. Ah, well. Subsequent events more than made up for that.