Sunday, November 26, 2006

How Do You Say, "You Get What You Pay For" in Chinese?

I'm starting this post at almost 2AM on Sunday morning because I want to get it out before I forget what I wanted to say...

My mom, kids and I decided to spend Thanksgiving with my baby sis in her new apartment outside of D.C. Originally it was supposed to be the whole family but some couldn't make it, so what I originally thought would be a quiet car ride to our nation's capitol turned out to be a nightmare.

Instead, we took one of those super-cheap Chinese buses that leave from Chinatown and go to Philly and D.C. on the regular, and I suppose I was thinking it would be the same as the vans that take us up to Lawrence, MA. They were SOOOOO NOT!!!

First off, there's like 20 different companies leaving from the same East Broadway block, and aparently, not a one of them know what a "sign" is. Second, they over-sell every bus so it's a crapshoot as to whether or not you're getting on the bus when you think you are getting on the bus. Third, those bitches selling the tickets are rude as fuck. I'm not sure if it's a cultural thing or just a requirement from New Centry Travel's HR department. Actually it can't be a cultural thing because all the women at my local Chinese take-out places are super sweet. These women were just rude as fuck. Finally, and my personal favorite, they operate on BP time. Now I don't mind the usual delay of 10, 15 even 20 minutes; traffic can be a bitch sometimes. But the 6:00PM bus got there at 7:15...WTF?

Needless to say, even though it was only $35 RT to visit my sister via the Chinese bus, next time I'm shelling out the extra dough for Greyhound, Amtrak or even JetBlue!

*smooches...after 8 1/2 hours of traveling...*
how can i go home
with nothing to say
i know you're going to look at me that way
and say what did you do out there
and what did you decide
you said you needed time
and you had time