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September 13, 2004
I'm in my own personal hell
The trip started out so well. They towed my car, I left the apartment at 12:30pm, caught the muni and bart early, left Richmond on time, arrived at Martinez... California's Own Gateway to Hell.
I had an hour to kill and was hungry, so I wandered into the terminal. There was a little coffee/snack shop kind of thing, and I looked and I looked. Not one single item of food or drink (other than water) in it. All the cold beverages contained artificial sweeteners or corn syrup. Almost all of the food was processed and pre-packaged. I finally purchased the overpriced chinese chicken salad (which, admittedly, comes very close to counting as food) and opted to continue drinking my own water.
The bus driver was 40 minutes late, and yet still took a 30 minute dinner break later in the evening. Again I was hungry, and I ate at Burger King with everyone else. I felt awful, my stomach did not appreciate it.
Somewhere in Mendocino he was about to turn left when half the people all pointed and shouted, "Right! Turn right!"
The he drove past Garberville. One Garberville exit. Two Garberville exits. Bam. Some woman called out, "You just passed Garberville. JESUS CHRIST." As I was getting off the bus, someone was giving him directions back to 101.
So I was dropped off at my stop over TWO hours late. Of course my ride was not there. I called and was told a backup plan had been made and that someone on their way home from Eureka would be checking the stop for me at midnight.
At 12:30am I got a motel room. Cost: $48. Worth: $20. There wasn't even an alarm clock.
Posted by Josh A. at September 13, 2004 11:32 PM