Leave the Driving to Us
This has absolutely nothing to with food, me, or any of my other favorite topics, but I’m unduly horrified by the freak who beheaded his seatmate, a total stranger, a carny, no less, on a Greyhound bus in rural Canada. Somehow I could understand it more if they knew each other. This is the kind of random violence that scares the shit out of me.
I’ve never taken a Greyhound and am now even less inclined to. I was scared off years ago by a coworker’s tale of a Portland-to-Seattle journey where a woman only wearing a t-shirt and nothing else came out of the bathroom smeared in feces, shot everyone a dirty look and shouted, “What?! Haven’t you seen a miniskirt before?” Priceless.
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