I like the song, “I’m on a boat,” but today, I’m on a bus. Actually, I am sitting in the old, seedy Indianapolis Greyhound station waiting for my connection to Lafayette where I will pick up my new van.
The ride over almost did not begin. There was an overbooking issue in Dayton, and four of us were almost left behind. Had it not been for a glaring incident to which I called attention, the four of us would have been searching for later buses.
I was in the back of the bus where it was a bit noisy: a very loud 18+ young lady with no manners, shorts that were barely covering her private parts, and language worse than a sail– mine. Another lady felt we should all hear the music from her iPod. My seat-partner slept, offering no comments which was perfectly fine by me.
We arrived in Indy 30 minutes late; therefore, I did not have enough time to head to Shapiro’s Deli to get a bowl of soup. Rats!
The departure time is in 15 minutes, and arrival in Lafayette is scheduled for 2:15pm.
How I love seeing the Indianapolis sky-line. One of my all-time favorites!