The following takes place on December 24th, a time when all of Seattle had been bathed in snow for many agonizing, city-shut-down-ing days.
We decide to take a bus that will take us to another bus that will take us to the airport.
We could drive, but that would be near-suicide on some streets. We could catch a cab, but all the cabs were in high demand and weren't taking calls from dispatch--we'd have to be lucky enough to catch one that was willing to go to the airport.
We could have called a shuttle, but I doubted that the shuttle would be able to navigate the fresh snow on the side streets.
So we got on a bus that was going to take us to another bus that was going to take us to the airport.
A man got on the bus after us, sat down nearby, then said, "Man, I been through Hurricane Katrina and it wasn't this messed up."
I immediately wrote that down. 30 minutes later we started waiting the 50 minutes it would take to wait for the next bus that would take 50 minutes to get to the airport. But we made our flight. Oh yes, we made our flight.
We decide to take a bus that will take us to another bus that will take us to the airport.
We could drive, but that would be near-suicide on some streets. We could catch a cab, but all the cabs were in high demand and weren't taking calls from dispatch--we'd have to be lucky enough to catch one that was willing to go to the airport.
We could have called a shuttle, but I doubted that the shuttle would be able to navigate the fresh snow on the side streets.
So we got on a bus that was going to take us to another bus that was going to take us to the airport.
A man got on the bus after us, sat down nearby, then said, "Man, I been through Hurricane Katrina and it wasn't this messed up."
I immediately wrote that down. 30 minutes later we started waiting the 50 minutes it would take to wait for the next bus that would take 50 minutes to get to the airport. But we made our flight. Oh yes, we made our flight.
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