I HATE CENTRAL NEW YORK.
I hate how everything comes to a screeching, grinding halt on any type of holiday. Meaning, if you don't have a car and hella gas money, you can't get anywhere, because there is no bus to where you live.
So fuck you, Centro. I hope whoever makes the bus schedules breaks their legs when they get slammed into by a car. That way, they can't get to work easily (because not everyone gets Memorial Day off) and can't do anything fun (because they don't have a car. Plus they'd spend the day in the emergency room. One that's overflowing with backlogged injured people, because NO DOCTORS OR NURSES HAD A BUS TO TAKE THEM TO WORK, OKAY.)
*bangs head into the table and checks ticket prices to NY*
I hate how everything comes to a screeching, grinding halt on any type of holiday. Meaning, if you don't have a car and hella gas money, you can't get anywhere, because there is no bus to where you live.
So fuck you, Centro. I hope whoever makes the bus schedules breaks their legs when they get slammed into by a car. That way, they can't get to work easily (because not everyone gets Memorial Day off) and can't do anything fun (because they don't have a car. Plus they'd spend the day in the emergency room. One that's overflowing with backlogged injured people, because NO DOCTORS OR NURSES HAD A BUS TO TAKE THEM TO WORK, OKAY.)
*bangs head into the table and checks ticket prices to NY*