I had the displeasure of travelling via Greyhound between Christmas and New Year's.
First, trying to book a ticket took two days, speaking with a number of different people until I eventually discovered that it is not possible to do so on-line if you are not travelling from a major centre.
So, I had to make a trip to my bus depot (drive, and transit, 2 1/2 hours total time).
Day of departure, we are up in the wee small hours, as that is the only time the bus makes that particular journey. Ah, but the bus was 1 1/2 hours late.
Each leg of the journey stretched longer and longer. Oh, yes smokers, must smoke at every opportunity so making up lost time seems to be impossible.
First time driving this route makes our driver unable to turn properly so we spend time getting out of a tight spot.
A warning buzzer clangs for about half an hour as an air exchange mechanism malfunctions.
A passenger "loses it", as the sound drives us all to the brink of insanity. Another passenger berates the first and a swearing match ensues. Other passengers defuse the situation before the combatants are able to take it further.
The driver drives into one community and instead of proceeding from there, backtracks to the highway exit.
Meanwhile, my dd has been to the depot twice and cannot get any news of where we are, what is going on, if the bus has dropped off the face of the earth....
Three hours behind schedule, we arrive at last.
In my haste to get off the bus, I leave my pillow behind.
But I am out of that nightmare. Fortunately, "Chirstmas dinner" was not scheduled for that day as I spend the evening on the couch almost in a state of catatonic distress.
Things can only get better after that experience. Right?