Dana's adventures took her all over the world.
But nothing quite matched the night she took a ride on a New York City Bus.
Originally posted on September 3, 2009
BUS DRIVERS AND ME
This really happened.
Note to Readers: You gotta know a little bit about the Village, the streets and the buses. If you have any questions, just drop a comment...
"Standing in a downpour on the corner of Fifth Avenue and 14th Street, I boarded a limited bus that would at least take me to a few blocks near my destination. My hope was to end up on Sixth Avenue and Third Street by dismounting at Fifth Avenue and Eighth Street. Not great. But doable.
It was 5 p.m. and I needed to be at the movie theater by 5:20. The driver understood my anxiety and simply said, "Sit Down."
When the bus turned left on Eighth Street to Broadway, I was shocked.
It had actually taken me even farther from my destination.
"Last stop!" he announced to all the passengers.
I started to get up when again he said, "Sit Down."
Then he drove south on Broadway and turned right on Houston and right again on Sixth Avenue heading north.
I expected him to sail right past my movie. I stood up and again he ordered me to "Sit Down."
I gave up, wondering if maybe he was kidnapping me.
Then to my utter disbelief, he stopped illegally at Third and Sixth. He had taken me to a spot across the street from the movie theater!
"Bless you!" I said.
"Bless YOU! he replied. It was the one time he didn't say "Sit Down."
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