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RE: The Worst Night of My Life Happened on a Greyhound Bus
As always, a masterful storyteller. My dad used to own a greyhound bus station. You get all sorts. You are better than me. I would have moved to the step by the driver. Bus cuddles. ugh.... :) good story. Blessings.
Indeed, all kinds. Every walk of life will eventually find a reason to stop walking and start riding.
Thank you for enjoying this little ride today.