The midnight bus kicked off before my butt was in a seat. There were no spots available up front, so I made my way to the last row and flopped into it. The company couldn’t be bothered to fly me because it was cheaper to bus me to the city. An eight-hour ride vs a one-hour flight, all to save maybe a hundred bucks. *Thanks guys*.
The lights cut out.
It was already past eleven and there was one more stop before the long haul began. I was planning on sleeping, but the last row didn’t recline. *Awesome*. I tucked in under my jacket and made myself comfortable. Most of the other passengers were already asleep. The quiet whispering of couples was occasionally punctuated by snores from another rider.
11:45.
The bus hickuped to a stop with the automated chime of “*Bell Plaza. Next stop, Trenton, NJ*.” The lights flickered on, startling a woman sleeping a row ahead of me. Two riders got on. The first was a tall girl in a long colorful dress. She had long blond dreadlocks and was toting a canvas bag that managed to hit every isle sitter she passed. Behind her was another, shorter girl in a black hoodie. They looked like they had just left an outdoor concert. *Bohemian vibes if you catch my drift*.