Monday, May 15, 2006

Bus Ride on the 5608


Why does that asstard kid have to cough-sneeze every freakin' 30 seconds and why isn't her jerkwad mom using this opportunity to explain to the tool kid that cough-sneezing requires that you cover your mouth and if I get a cold and/or flu from that buttmunch I will be hunting down her fathead mother and knocking in her goddamn teeth!

Clearly, it was an enjoyable ride. Here's the starting point:

VIA Rail station parking lot, Halifax, 10 a.m.

So having barely slept the night before after seeing the disappointing "Art School Confidential", I was hoping to get some sleep on the bus. Alas, this was not to happen. So I decided to take pictures at the bus stops where I had the energy to drag out my camera.

Somewhere around the Truro point, of which I did not drag out my camera, some tools got on with apparently the purpose of driving everyone, or me anyway, mad. First, that fucktard that was mentioned in the alternate title to this post. Why this kid had to cough-sneeze every 30 to 60 seconds was beyond me, but it certainly prevented any kind of sleep, as she was directly behind me and even with my music on blast in my ears, I could hear that fucking cough-sneeze constantly. Why wasn't her mother doing the whole "Honey, when you have to cough-sneeze you should cover your mouth, because otherwise your disgusting child germs will spread all over the bus and make everyone sick and hate you more than they already do"? Because she was an asshole, I'm assuming. This went on for a few hours. Then I was finally able to switch my seat, albeit to one with much less leg room, which I was willing to sacrifice to not get the black plague from this kid. And then they got off the bus anyway and I lost my original seat. And I unfortunately had to see these goons leave the bus and ended up hating this kid and parent/guardian even more. I say guardian, because it then became apparent that her "mother" may not have been her mother, as she was only 16. Then again, given she can't teach a kid to cover her disgusting mouth, she probably couldn't find the local abortion clinic either. And I say disgusting mouth, because that's when I had to see that the whole lower portion of this kid's mouth was covered in some sort of chocolate-looking sticky-seeming liquid, which she was cough-sneezing all over the place. I hate those people.

On top of that there was another family scattered in seats all around me and sharing food all over these seats. When you have three kids, at least, with you, and you have to buy bus tickets for all of them and yourself, it's time to consider that renting a car is actually cheaper. And people opening and rummaging through chip bags is the loudest thing ever when you are trying to sleep. When did people stop ignoring the rules of being in public? Mainly, shut the hell up! Being in public is bad enough, but being in a contained public that you can't escape is even worse.

Anyway, I believe this is New Glasgow:

This is my pillow:

It did not get much use.


This is where people got off to eat food while I stayed on the bus and it parked.

And I read.

So far I am not enjoying it any more than the movie because Holly Golightly is still a tool. Go figure.

Canso Causeway!

Port Hawkesbury Bus Stop:

St. Peters Bus Stop:

Sydney Bus Stop: End of the Line

5:00 p.m. So after seven hours on the bus I depart and greet my mom and dad and we drive for another 40 minutes or so to get home.

Mother's Day is celebrated with presents, food, and Dolly Parton music.

Then my dad gives me a Mother's Day present, which I annually celebrate by renewing my vow to never have children.

Best Present Ever!!!

I see an ice cream party in the not too distant future!!!!

And remember that cat I mentioned? Here he is:


Zencat said...

So, how did the bus ride compare to riding with two sick people, one with a bucket in the back seat and a crying baby when you take the wrong road and spent an extra 45 minutes travelling? Glace Bay 1! Yay...16..oooohhhh!

Blandy Snorhal said...

This trip was definitely worse. Because at least with the previous trip, I was not sick, I got to ride shotgun, and the baby only cried once that I remember. Also, we got to go on a little shopping trip for various items. And that trip was slightly shorter, even with Angie sighing us back 2 km every 10 minutes.