Most of you have seen the pictures that I posted.
However, not all of the great moments could be captured by photo...
But, thinking of you, I took notes to remind myself of all the great things along the way.
Leaving Houston, the lady in the seat behind me started to sing Tiny Dancer.
She was talking to someone on the phone and mentioned to them how she wanted the whole bus to join in.
I was happy to ablige her.
My senses were stressed, to say the least.
I feel the need to apologize to one of my senses somewhat more than others.
To my nostrils,
I am very sorry for all that I have put you through.
You smelled feet, urine, old chicken, old people, mold, bus stops, beef jerky, corn chips, and many other scents that didn't do any good for the both of us.
I AM SOOOO SORRY!
Our bus driver from Houston to Dallas definitely had a few things going for him.
A uniform, shiny head, glasses, and the voice of a smooth operator.
However, he did not have a way with words.
When someone was trying to get his attention by saying "Driver,"
he replied, "You can call me Mr. Ortiz."
I'd rather not.
Lots of people travel on Greyhounds.
People from all walks and wheelchairs of life.
But, I feel as though they cater to one group of people in particular.
CONVICTS.
Let me take this moment to share some great quotes...
"I'm going back to Denver to take care of some business...I have a court case on Monday."
"How many years did you?"
My favorite one was when the guy in front of me (right before I was about to take a nap)
"It feels good to be home. I've been in for 8 years...just got out today."
While we are on quotes...
One man sticks out to me as being able to offend people from all walks of life...
"You should have one day a month where you can just punch your old lady in the mouth."
"This country was going great, until, they (women), got the right to vote."
"I know it's only 9 a.m. but are there any bars around here?"
Nobody ever accused rednecks of being smart.
While watching CNN in a bus stop in Billings, Montana..
The President of Iran was giving a speech, and his translator was a woman...
The guy next to me on the bench said;
"That man has a real high voice."
I just looked at him.
I had no idea how to respond to this.
I finally said..
"That's his translator."
He argued with me, until I pointed out that the man's mouth was saying different words than what was actually being heard.
This next quote needs no funny set-up...
"I don't know why anyone is forced to attend school past elementary school. You learn all you need there."
My FAVORITE quote had to be from a guy talking about his lesbian sister...
"I always told Helga, when God was handing out genitals, you got the wrong kind."
HOPE YOU ENJOYED!
This pretty much wraps up my travel days.
My future posts will be about life in Washington.
Lots of pictures.
Thanks for playing along.
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