I just can’t get enough of buses turned art exhibits. I mean buses on their own are boring things; they are generally metal tubes with seats shoved into them. They hold you and take you to various other places. You can look at one, from school buses to public transportation buses to cross country buses, and pretty much get the gist of what a bus is.
As a teenage screw-up, I thought that drinking with my friends on a long distance Greyhound ride was the funniest thing ever and a great way to pass the time. Years later having a few beers (although in a much more low-key way) on a long distance bus also seemed like a good idea in South Korea, a country that has a very lax attitude toward public drunkenness.
Now I’m no stranger to a bus. They tend to be at times (earlier in the day) decently clean, well maintained and overall comfy. Sometimes (later on in the day) they can be smelly, crowded and full of people that have no idea what washing or not blocking the walkway. But in general, a bus is an OK and generally not that unpleasant of a way to get around.
I truly despise having to rely solely on buses to get around. Back when I was still living in New York, buses were something I had to use on a daily basis. It was a major pain. The buses never seem to be there when I needed it most. I was constantly waiting for a very lengthy amount of time in order to even get on the bus.
No really, hear me out. I mean buses can be a painful experience, what with the sitting in a metal tube with assorted strangers that may or may not have the wherewithal to:
- Board the bus sober
- Keep their kids restrained
- Keep their inside voices down
- Don’t eat and leave a mess everywhere
- To not board without bathing first (evening and people returning home from work I give a pass, but common morning commuters, you are just getting up for work: no excuse!)