October 12, 2019
I was able to get the car junked locally where it was sitting, after many hours of phone calls and internet searches. No one wanted to deal with it without someone to meet them. I finally found a place that would allow me to mail the title to them when I finally got home. So I want to give a HUGE shout out to R and R Junk Cars in Edinburgh, IN, for their help!
I was able to make a couple of sales which allowed me to buy a bus ticket. Of course, no bus comes directly to my little town, so I had to get to the nearest station, about 45 minutes away from my house.
I get to the bus okay. It was an older bus but I was able to have my own row. Part of the way through the trip, people start complaining about the heat. There was no A/C but it wasn’t horribly hot in there. It was stuffy, but I wasn’t sweating. The driver pulled over to open the hatches, but they were broken and unable to stay open. People started complaining that the “other driver” (previously) had just opened them and left the lid wide open and resting on the roof of the bus. Later there was a near riot over this, after being stuck in traffic. One passenger got up and opened the hatch, angering the driver. I just kept my head down and minded my own business.
The traffic, however, made me miss my connection to the next bus. Me and four others were stuck. Two were able to be re-routed easily, but the counter guy had to call a supervisor in Texas to add two stops on the next bus (6 hours later) to accommodate me and the other two left.
So, six hours in the station. We were given food vouchers at least. I had a few drinks with me and some cereal bars only, so the meal was appreciated. I met the other two ladies stranded and became rather close to one of them. It helped kill the time.
Originally, I had it set up that my brother would pick me up at the bus stop and take me home after he got off work. However, this delay caused a major change. His husband got really angry, and started yelling at me on the phone and basically teemed me a new asshole. I felt like shit enough over this whole situation. It was through no fault of my own that the bus got delayed. But he thinks my brother is too lenient and does too much for me. I have always paid back whatever I have borrowed from him. I didn’t ask him for bus fare – I got that in my own.
But my brother called to apologize – he didn’t need to, it wasn’t him that gave me the problems. He did pick me up without his husband and I did get home, feeling like absolute shit due to being yelled at (not only by my bro-in-law, but by someone else too.)
I do have another car lined up. But it will be a week before I can get it. Yesterday I walked up to the post office to mail the title out. Today I walked up to the small market in my neighborhood.
I still feel like crap, but a little better than I did.
And my MM was with family so I couldn’t really commiserate with him either.
Morgan Destera 