So it's been a long time since I've posted about my adventure on a Greyhound bus from New Mexico to South Carolina, but I'm going to do my best to finish it up.
In Shreveport, we had met 2 guys named Shawn and Michael. Once we got on the bus, Katie and I just wanted to be by ourselves and sleep, so that's exactly what we did. We still had a few more stops and one final bus change in Columbia to go. We stopped in Atlanta and had about a 45 minute wait for our connecting bus. The only outlet we could find was the one next to the bathroom, so that's where we waited because Katie had to charge her phone and her computer. When our bus was called, we promptly got in line. Then, the guy behind us politely told us that we had just cut in front of a ton of people. He said that he didn't mind telling us, but he figured the people behind him were probably glaring at us...which they were. We apologized and got out of line to wait until the end passed us. Our friend Shawn was just a little behind the place where we had cut and as he was about to walk by, he nodded for us to get in line in front of him. We jumped in line and honestly, I'm thankful that we did because I think they might have left people behind in Atlanta because there were more people than there were seats. I believe this is also the entrance of another character in our story. It might have been a few stops down the road, but I don't remember where her entrance was specifically. Let's call her Grandma Annie. Annie was an older woman who was going to Charleston to visit her daughter for the holidays. She was southern, had blond hair, blue eyes, lots of jewelry, and she just loved to talk. She befriended the large black man sitting behind her and talked his ear off for awhile before turning to Katie and me. We sat across the aisle from her and she just wanted to tell us her life story. Unfortunately, all we wanted to do was sleep. Katie eventually went to sleep, although I think she may have been faking to get out of the conversation. I decided to wait for a pause in the conversation and then thought I'd shut my eyes to try and fall asleep. Grandma Annie, however, just kept talking. This may sound bad, but I finally just closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, so props to Katie for figuring that out before I did. We made a few more stops and at one gas station, Annie had a slight freak out session when she thought the bus left us. Some of the men on the bus explained to her that the bus had gone to the other side to fill up on gas and would be right back around by the time we needed to depart. Katie and I went right back to sleep, but I'm sure Grandma Annie continued to talk to anyone who would listen. She really was the sweetest lady.
We reached Columbia, SC around 5 or 6AM and we were exhausted. We went into the bus station to wait for an hour before our final bus to Charleston arrived. As Katie and I are sitting there, disgusting, smelly, and tired, Shawn walks over to us and hands me this little corner that was ripped off from a piece of paper. He may have mumbled something, but then he just meekly smiled at me and walked away. I looked down and on the paper was written "Facebook" with his name underneath. I didn't want to be rude and throw it away, nor did I want it to look like I seemed overly interested. I mean, I want to meet a guy, but I was kind of hoping it would be at church - not in a Greyhound bus station. So, I just slid it into an outside pocket of one of my bags. Finally, our bus arrived and we boarded for the last leg of the trip. I think I slept for a little bit, but I might not have because soon enough, we were there. After 2 days on a bus, we were finally there. We got our bags and Grandma Annie promptly introduced us to her daughter. I think her daughter couldn't believe that she wanted her to meet people she'd met on the bus, so she tried to shuffle her away, but Annie insisted that we stop and talk for a few seconds. Nicole (the bride and the reason we made the trip) came to pick us up and we could not have been happier to see her. Once we got into her truck. Katie saw Shawn talking up another girl, pointed it out, then proceeded to do one of her many voices and talked about how she couldn't believe he could do such a thing when I hadn't even left the bus station. I didn't care; all I wanted to do was shower. We all just laughed and drove off to have our weekend of celebration and left the Greyhound people behind...for the weekend :)
Moral of the story: Thank God for every single moment and never forget how fortunate you are. In humility, love those around you. You never know, you might make a few friends along the way.
