I thought that this year could be a new year. A new start. Maybe, despite spending fourish hours a day commuting, I could start feeling a more positive attitude to life in general. But apparently Greyhound had not heard the news. Transit companies really miss out on a customer relations coup each and every day they assume that they are selling cheap transport. What they should be selling (and dare I hope, providing) is the perfect beginning and ending to the work day.
As cities become more sprawling, and depression becomes rampant among the workforce, a little investment in transit could go a long way toward improving the collective zeitgeist of this city. Case in point: the start to my perfect new year.
It started off well with a double seat all to myself (score) but as I waited for the heat to ramp up, I quickly realized that a…
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