Going Greyhound

Height does make a difference. The change in altitude from sitting in a car to sitting in a bus changes a city from something familiar to a foreign country.

Granted, the fact that the languages spoken on Greyhound frequently are not English and the skin colors displayed from the old bus seats are not what I see when I look in my rear view mirror might also affect this general sensation of a foreign country.

But also, Greyhound travel is foreign in the various interactions that I don't believe ever would have happened on a plane or in an airport. Can you imagine a strange man offering to help a young mother with her four month old son and then later she leaves her son with him for a few minutes? Can you imagine the rioting if another man asked a teenaged girl to watch his bag and then took off on an extended walk through the neighborhood? I have discovered that there is a very miniscule line between friendly and creepy, and Greyhound culture seems to straddle it.

So while living in the slow lane, travel Greyhound, just watch out for the creepy.

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