Word: bus
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...reached East Brunswick, after ripping my valise (worse, it was my brother's) and ruining my pants in a strange looking mixture of indeterminate composition in a shopping center along the road, after 2 p.m. The next bus, scheduled for 2:30, came by at a quarter to 3, and I once again made the mistake of assuming the fun was over. Sources say East Brunswick to Princeton is a 40 minute ride, but this guy was making all the local stops...
...return to our point of departure, I was leaving New York to visit a friend at Princeton and I had it all fastidiously planned. Get on the subway at 10 a.m.; get on 11 a.m. bus out of Port Authority Bus Terminal; get to Princeton by noon, bop around for a few hours and meet my friend at 3. Yeah, tell me about it. The NYC subways being the NYC subways, I got to Port Authority at 11:30, about 10 minutes before another bus (on a different bus line) was schedule to leave. Not too bad, I would only...
Just as I was at the very steps of the escalator to the upper bus level, I hear "Excuse me, my name is Jim. Have you heard about God?" (God? God who? Sorry, can't place the name.) Now, my mother taught me always to be polite, and I figured I could spare a minute to entertain the guy, but I didn't figure on the persistence of the Hare Krishnas. Try as I might I couldn't break away until I had agreed to both buy his book and open my heart to Krishna's message. Book in hand...
Okay, so I'll take the noon bus. It left at 12:30 (an omen, which I missed, of things to come) and reached East Brunswick, N.J., by about 1 p.m., whereupon all but three people got off the bus. Thinking quickly, I figured they were all going to a convention in East Brunswick, so I held my seat and looked out the window as the bus started up again. We reached the next station and the bus driver yelled, "Last stop, everybody off." I inquired politely what had happened to Princeton, the alleged destination. "Shoulda got off last stop...
...from my grasp. Now, I hadn't paid much attention out of East Brunswick, but it had seemed like about a two minute jaunt to the last stop. Having successfully completed high school algebra, I figured that translated to a 15 minute trot back, in time for the next bus. I should turn in my high school diploma, because when half an hour had passed and no bus station appeared on the horizon I began to revise my estimated time of arrival upwards, once again...