The first time I ever rode a bus was in 2004 in New York City. I was in the city for the weekend, site-seeing with a friend when we decided we could just hop on the bus to get to our next destination. I was under the assumption she had ridden a bus before, and she was under the assumption that I had ridden the bus before... Neither of us even thought to ask the bus driver for directions or if either one of us knew where we were going. So we rode the bus, enjoying the sights, thinking maybe the bus wasn't going in the right direction, but not worrying about it too much. All of a sudden, the bus driver yells, "Last stop!" We look around, confused, not knowing where we are as he yells again, "I said last stop!" As we were not acquainted with the city or its inhabitants, we quickly hopped off the bus before we were yelled at again. Looking around we realized we had no idea where we were...except that the street sign was in the mid-100s and we wanted to be at least in the 70s! There was no cab in sight, so we started to trot on down the road some 20 blocks looking for civilization. It turns out, we were actually in a dangerous part of town! Eventually our tired legs caught another bus headed back in the right direction, and we survived our first (and I thought, last) bus adventure.
Three years later, I sold my car, bought a bus pass, slowly learned the bus ridin' ropes, and have never looked back. I love public transportation!
Jessica, Staff
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