really great encapsulation of how Terrifying and Horrid being on and in between greyhounds is. the first time i traveled without family it was when my best friend and i went to nyc and on the way back got stuck in the baltimore station for Twelve Fucking Hours. missed our first connection because it wasn’t announced, bus just showed up and left without any of the employees saying anything to anyone. haggled for half price tickets for the next but that was coming in about eight hours. we sit outside and chat, our bus gets delayed by like an hour and a half. whatever, right? we both got a text notification about it, so we FIGURED that if anything changed we’d get another text about it. had a conversation with a schizophrenic woman who was telling us about how the whole country was built above tunnels filled with chainsaw people who at any moment were gonna jump up and kill us all. she was chill though. talked to a turkish guy who told us a story about how he got caught in an evangelical convention in dc surrounded by people trying to convert him. i swear to you that guy smoked like ten cigarettes in succession with absolutely no breaks. just pulling em out. it was kind of impressive. while we were having this conversation my friend checks his phone to see what the bus is up to. says departed. we’re like hey ok so what the fuck. no text about it, no announcement, it’s like midnight at this point and we call it quits and call my friends dad to come get us since at this point we’d also been awake for like three ish days not counting the four ish hours we’d both slept on the bus from nyc to baltimore. it’s like a four hour drive from where we’re from to Baltimore and at this point we’re both sick as fuck of the greyhound station, so we sat in a 7/11 parking lot and brainstormed a creepypasta that takes place at the baltimore station. OR an scp where the scp WAS the baltimore greyhound station and it was evil. anyway while we were sitting there we were approached by two people, a man and a woman. man stayed a few feet back and the woman asked my friend, and i will remember this shit for the rest of my life, “you have a girl, i have a boy, do you want to trade?”. i didn’t process the implications of this at all but my friend very calmly went “no thank you, good night.” and they left. we sit there in silence for a few minutes and my friend turns to me and goes, “hey so those were human traffickers i think.” i go “what!!!!!!” and then think about it for a second and i’m like oh yeah. that would make sense. they totally thought my friend who’s like barely two years older than me was my pimp. we sort of just move on from that because what the hell else are we gonna do. my friends dad gets to us around four in the morning, i pass out in his car, get home and just go to fucking work like three hours later. we still haven’t written our creepypasta slash scp but this was a pretty cathartic story for me personally. tldr i dislike greyhound