The Bolt Bus is the
best. Cheap. Normal people. No stops.
And free wi-fi. It’s easy,
efficient, clean, and reliable.
I’m on the 9 o’clock bus
on my way to Boston. I settle into my
window seat, take out my coffee, and pull out my magazines, book, phone and
iPad. I could be taking a bus to LA and still
have enough diversions to stay occupied.
I plug in my phone and my
plug has no juice. The women across the aisle
notices and offers, without being asked, to switch seats. The people on the bus are thoughtful.
An hour or so into the
ride I open my coffee mug. The bus hits a minor bump, and my coffee jumps all
over my library book and the sleeve of my white shirt.
A few minutes after that, as I
am reading about poor Demi’s horrible year, I hear, “Tell Brandon I’m not going
to put up with his infidelities anymore.”
A loud, should-be-private conversation is now being amplified for us all
to hear. By the time this girl hangs up,
I think we all understand why Brandon cheated.
We are cruising along the
Mass Pike when a woman makes her way to the bus driver to tell him that someone
is locked in the bathroom and can’t get out.
The driver pulls over and tries to unlock the door. He ignores some of the passenger suggestions,
the most helpful being to call the state police. Eventually a coat hanger frees the
embarrassed woman.
For the next half hour we
listen to the driver, on speaker, complain to a colleague about the
insufficient maintenance given to the Bolt Buses. I mean really, do I want to hear that the bus
I’m riding on may be in danger of breaking down?
Still, you can’t beat $13
to Boston. We arrive safely, and on
time.
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