Aboard a Greyhound Bus for the Holidays

I remember it well. It was my first trip home from college while attending State University of New York at Plattsburgh. Back then, my first winter in Plattsburgh was the coldest winter I’d ever experienced in all my life. It seemed that every time the wind blew, my vital organs shivered. A part of me wanted to berate my guidance counselor for ever recommending me to Plattsburgh in the first place.

“Make sure you got everything,” my resident assistant said to me as I was getting ready to leave. “Once you leave the dorm, you can’t come back until January. The entire campus is pretty much closed during the holidays.”

In truth, I was a bit homesick, especially for my mom’s cooking. The closest thing to my mom’s Pad Thai in Plattsburgh was Lo Mien at the local Chinese take-out made with store-bought spaghetti. I asked my mom in advance to make some of my favorite dishes for when I arrived. I was planning to not talk to anyone until I finished eating. Not ever before was I so eager to get home for the holidays.

I took the ultra-cheap means of transportation to get uptown and to the Greyhound bus terminal via the Student Association passenger van, which cost me a whopping one-dollar since I bought at the counter on campus. I didn’t have much—just a backpack with some of my personal items and a duffel bag filled with dirty laundry I didn’t bother to clean what studying for finals and all. And in case you’re wondering, I do my own laundry! My friends from school insisted on making their moms do their laundry whenever they went home for break. I was surprised they didn’t ask their moms to come up over the weekends to clean their pigsty as well. My mom would have cracked me over the head with her notorious Indestructible Soup Ladle if ever I dreamed of doing such a thing—and then demand an apology just as soon as I regained consciousness.

Pad Thai anyone?
Pad Thai anyone?

When I reached the terminal, which was nothing more than a little office within a strip-mall within a run-down parking lot, I saw that there were a lot of students already waiting there with what looked like everything they owned. Two Greyhound buses stood stationary as the drivers of both buses helped to unload cargo to the awaiting passengers. I remember thinking that I did the right thing by purchasing my ticket a week ahead of time so I wouldn’t miss out on the first-wave of buses at eleven o’clock that morning. In all, a one-way trip from Plattsburgh to New Rochelle, New York took seven hours to travel 330 miles, as there was a layover of about an hour in Albany. I was just relieved that I didn’t have to fight for a ticket, as a ticket purchased ahead of time guarantees me boarding, right?

Not exactly.

“We have a problem,” the bus driver told me, as I stood in that blistering cold and windy day at the very foot of the coach bus that was supposed to be taking me home for the holidays. I was the last person on line as there was no one else behind me. In reaction to this, I’m pretty sure I bunched my eyebrows like I always do whenever someone tells me something that plainly doesn’t make sense to me, followed by

“What do you mean?” Suddenly, the woman from the terminal walks up to the driver and tells him something and then walks back inside to her warm, cozy office.

“We’re at full-capacity. There are no more seats.” Of course I then looked up at the coach bus with all its windows. Half of the people were looking down at me and most of them were my peers. They were all from either Long Island or New York City. I’m not really sure what the hell I was looking for at the time—maybe it was an empty seat the bus driver forgot about, that was available for me to use. “I’m sorry, he said.” I almost felt sorry for the guy. He looked hurt and didn’t look at all comfortable, as if he was about to inject a needle into a dog to put it asleep. Sure, it was part of his job, but he sure as hell didn’t like that part of it.

So what the fuck happens now? I almost said aloud. The campus is closed, remember? You’re three-hundred and thirty miles from home; you can’t go back to campus, and you have only nine dollars to your name. What now? Not ever before had I felt so helpless or desperate. A part of me was about to explode. I was about to throw a shit fit, which I had not done since wanting a bike—a GT Performer—while I was a pre-adolescent. I was about to crack some heads. So I said the only diplomatic thing I could think of:

“But I have a ticket!” I waved it in front of him as proof. If any of you guys have ever seen Hotel Rwanda you’ll know the desperation and helplessness I was feeling right then and there.

“I know you do, and we are sorry. You see, we're overbooked…” Sorry? I’m freezing my ass off here with no way to get home and you’re sorry? “Another bus will be here tomorrow morning. You can catch that one.” Ha! NO PROBLEM! I’ll just spend the night in a FUCKING SHELTER and walk back here tomorrow morning. No sweat! Oh, and I Hope you have a Merry Christmas! But instead of saying all of this, I went the diplomatic route:

“The campus is closed. I have nowhere to go.” The bus driver then drew in a deep breath and sighed. He placed his hand and on the side of the bus and leaned.

“Well, there is one thing we could do, but you might not like it.” Hope. There is hope. Out with it! I don’t care, I gotta get home! “You could sit on the stairwell of the bus, I mean, I don’t normally do this, but it’ll only be until we got to Albany. Screw it, I’m game…I took a look around me and at the barren landscape and then began boarding the bus. I was on board.

Please listen...

Looking back, I’m sure that I looked like a tool sitting there atop the stairwell while going roughly seventy-miles-an-hour without any restraints, but whatever. I was happy that I had a ride home that day. Aside from my ass looking like a waffle (Ralwus would know) and my feet feeling like icicles due to the draft that emanated from the door of the bus, it really wasn’t all that bad. The bus driver and I made chit-chat the entire two-and-a-half-hours or so about family, college and the New York Yankees. I had the heat at full blast hitting my face and my feet ice-cold the entire time—hot and cold.

The bus driver whose name I cannot for the life of me recall—let’s call him Pete—apologized to me several times while driving and each time, I told him, “It’s okay.” He and I shook hands when we parted (So wherever you are, "Pete," I thank you for not leaving me behind as you probably risked losing your job in doing what you did for me).

“Have a Merry Christmas,” Pete said to me.

“You too,” I said.

“Don't lose that ticket, all right? You’re going to get a full refund. Again, I’m sorry.”

“I’m thankful,” I told him and walked away, carrying my bags.

When I got onto the bus in Albany, I was happy to find that not only did I have a seat, but I had two seats to myself. Just as soon as I sat down, by window, I reclined my chair and was actually able to catch a quick nap. I woke up just in time to catch the last five miles or so before reaching New Rochelle.

“How was your trip?” My mom asked me when I got inside my mom's Toyota Camry.

“Great,” I said to her, smiling. And it was at that.

As a passenger on the Greyhound bus, I got to see miles and miles of the Adirondacks
As a passenger on the Greyhound bus, I got to see miles and miles of the Adirondacks

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Laura du Toit 6 years ago from South Africa

Thank goodness there are people who are prepared to bend the rules. May not have been the best ride but at least you experienced something few people do - a bad ride but a good person!

Well done - glad you decided to join the Hubmob clan !


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

Thank you, Laura. I've been meaning to do so for awhile now. When thinking back on that story, especially this time of year, I made a connection between the HubMob topic of transportation with my unforgettable Greyhound Bus ride home that year.

Hopefully, this won't be my last HubMob Hub ;)


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Princessa 6 years ago from France

You kept me hanging on to find whether you managed to get home or not... Thank goodness you did!

Welcome to the HubMobs :)


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emievil 6 years ago from Philippines

Hey dohn. Your first hubmob eh, and what a trip! Good thing your butt survived it :D. Here, well, it's kind of common to sit on the step or in the middle of the first row (did that once for over an hour so I know your feeling, good thing it's not as cold here). The things we do so that we can go home each and every time :).


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

@Princessa-Thank you so much for your support! I don't know what I would have done if I couldn't get home that day. I'm sure my parents would've had a field say with the Greyhound bus company! I look forward to your new weekly HubMob topic ;) Thanks, Princessa!

@emievil-Thanks, Emie. I don't know of anyone else that went through what I did (at least not in the states) but I'm sure that I wasn't the first nor the last. But seriously, my legs were numb from being so cold that I could barely stand up when we arrived in Albany. Jingle all the way--really??? :D Thanks, again Emie!


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shamelabboush 6 years ago

What a nice and "cold" saga :). Glad you made it home finally and met your mom.


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Lily Rose 6 years ago from East Coast

Great story, Dohn and so well written - you had me hangin', too! It's very touching to hear stories of people who will go out of their way to help someone - good for "Pete" - and you!


Useful Knowledge 6 years ago

This story so much shows your character. I can see you arriving home and telling your mother:

“How was your trip?” My mom asked me when I got inside my mom's Toyota Camry.

“Great,” I said to her, smiling. And it was at that.

I love the song.

Thank you for sharing your experience. I felt like I was right there with you along for the ride.


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Bail Up ! 6 years ago

Bittersweet moment there for you Dohn. An experience like that helps build character, fortunately for you , it shows you already had it. Thanks again, I love happy endings.


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andromida 6 years ago

Your story reminds me my own college days,most of the time I used to have little money when I was going back to home on vacation.Usually I used to go home once in a year and most of the time I could not book my ticket in advance. Thanks Dohn for such a wonderful sharing.


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prettydarkhorse 6 years ago from US

hi Dohn, nice chilly experience, I like Pad Thai too, and sore butt haha, (sorry Dohn I am laughing at you), but at least you have the view of the Adirondacks, oh that must be lovely,,,,,hmmmmm, it must be awesome to have warm and hot noodles when you went home with mom, RAMEN...

you always make a story good Dohn, this time true story...

have a good day always, Maita


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Paradise7 6 years ago from Upstate New York

Put this one up there with your BEST hubs, dohn. I could see and feel it, and that's your writer's gift. I felt the cold on campus, I felt the panic when the driver said there was no room on the bus--stranded, in that weather, with only $9.00 to your name, just about ready to freak right out!

And my hat's off to you for your saving grace--your diplomacy in a time of trouble.

Glad you made it home for Christmas and enjoyed your delicious Pad Thia. And God bless you for doing your own laundry!


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Enelle Lamb 6 years ago from Canada's 'California'

Having ridden my share of buses I can relate - It may not be the most comfortable mode of transportation, but at times feels like a blessing! Great story my friend - keep em coming!


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

@shamelabboush-Thanks Shamela. It's always nice to go home :D I'm glad you enjoyed it.

@Lily Rose-Thank you for the compliment! I just told the story the way it happened. "Pete" is certainly an advocate of making the world a better place to live. Unfortunately, there aren't enough "Petes" in this world ;)

@Useful Knowledge-Thank you as always. A lot of times, I feel that I'm a character in a novel of some crazed writer and this experience is one of the "tests" he or she threw at me. Luckily, I came out okay. I know of some that just explode and get no help from anyone after all is said and done. I'm happy that you enjoyed this.

@Bail up!-It was quite an experience for me that day. You never know just what challenges you'll wake up to each and every day. I'm glad you like the happy ending :) Thank you for reading this!

@Andromida-I barely ever had any money while in college, but it was some of the best times of my life, if not the best. Having barely any money can make a person humble. Going home to family and familiar foods is always a warming experience. Thanks, Andromida.

@prettydarkhorse-Yes, there's nothing like a home cooked meal from mom after a long cold journey. There's nothing like coming home. I told this story many times, but this is the first time I've ever put it to paper. Thanks as always, Maita!

@Paradise7-Wow, thank you! I know for a fact (in accordance with your writing of course) that you can relate to this story! After hearing the news that there was no room in the bus, it of course wouldn't have been too bad if the campus was still open. I know many people that would have lost their marbles when put in the same predicament. Yes, the Pad Thai rocked and I actually have been doing my laundry since I was 10! Thank you as always ;)

@Enelle Lamb-To be honest, I really don't like buses, but they are cheap. In most cases, airplanes are buses with wings. I actually prefer the train. Thank you so much, Enelle. It's wonderful to hear that you enjoyed this.


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keira7 6 years ago

Great hub Dohn, that bus driver deserv a medal. Thanks for sharing your story. See you soon my good friend.:)


cosette 6 years ago

that song just adds to the beauty of this hub. i'm like, in awe and stuff. so sweet...


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dusanotes 6 years ago from Windermere, FL

My goodness, you handled that crisis well, dohn. I don't know what I would have done. Yes, I do. I would have felt just as badly as you did and I would have let them know of my plight just as you did. I'm not sure every bus driver is so considerate, however. You rode a lot of miles on a corregated rubber pad and suffered for it. But all's well that ends well...I suppose. You're such a good guy and such a wonderful writer, all your readers really emphasized with you on this one. Thanks, Don White


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

@keira7-Thank you. Yes, Pete is definitely a benevolent soul. I'm glad that you liked it. Until next time ;)

@cosette-Thanks, cosette. I've always enjoyed James Taylor. On a day like today, where it rained all day, hearing his music is soothing :D

@dusanotes-Thanks so much for that, Don. I've been through a lot worse, but the sheer thought of being stranded in the cold with nowhere to go and barely any money was really trying. The part of the bus I sat on was that steel grid material you find on an escalator! So it was definitely not comfortable. Thank you for your empathy!


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James A Watkins 6 years ago from Chicago

You are a fine writer with a fine sense of metaphor. It was a blessing have that particular driver that particular day. And you made it home. Nice building of suspense.


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

Thank you so much for that James. I try not to dwell on it, but I sometimes wonder what would've happened had I been left behind. I'm not sure if "Pete" really knew really just how important his decision was. Thank you again, James.


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Eileen Hughes 6 years ago from Northam Western Australia

dohn. Great story,at least you made it, for your sake and your mums. I love stories with a happy ending.


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

Thank you, Eileen. I don't even know what I would've done had I got left behind. My mom was happy about the fact that I did make it okay. She had no idea about what happened until after the holidays! I like happy endings too.


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Leop 6 years ago

Dohn, great story. I am glad you stood your ground when you told the driver that the campus was closed and that you did not have anywhere to go. The driver probably felt bad, and I am happy he did because it was not your fault they overbooked. By the way great ending!


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

Hi, Leop. Thanks for reading this. Desperation was certainly a factor in all of this. I virtually had nowhere else to go, as all of my peers in school all lived on-campus. I had yet to meet other students that lived off campus. I really would've been in deep if things did not work out. Thanks for the compliment!


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Tatjana-Mihaela 6 years ago from Zadar, CROATIA

He, he, he...I have experience of more then 6 hours of sitting on the floor in cold train - corridor in the winter,next to the doors, when train was overbooked. I could not get warm for many days...was completely frozen...

I understand how you felt.

Funny Hub, I liked it Dohn.


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wavegirl22 6 years ago from New York, NY

$1.00 for the bus ride . . hard to imagine that ever was! As always I love to read about your experiences. . . add to that . . you have such a way with words that just keeps me wanting more. . to top that off you have this uncanny knack of ALWAYS including a song from my top ten list of all time favorite. JT and Fire and Rain. Does it get any better!


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chenmikehk 6 years ago from North Borneo, Malaysia

I once during winter took a coach up to Midlands England, and missed my stop and ended up at the terminal after midnight without any means of getting back to my original destination. I had to spend the night in the cold station taking the earliest coach out at 6am. Luckily I had my sleeping bag with me. Unforgettable trip for me, just like yours. Thanks for sharing.


Pachuca213 6 years ago

WOW...you sure had an exhausting trip didn't you? What an experience. I am glad that it all worked out in the end. I would have been starting all kinds of drama if they tried to pull that on me too! Good hub and thanks for sharing your road trip story. =)


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

@Tatjana-Mihaela-Wow. You got me beat! I really have nothing to cry about after all. They probably had to use a shovel to pry your butt off the floor! Just kidding :D As pretty as you are, I'm surprised that none of the men offered you a seat :D Thank you, Tatjana-Mihaela.

@wavegirl22-Would you believe that $1.00 fare covers a round trip to almost anywhere you want to go throughout town? Pretty cool, huh? Let's face it, you and have A LOT in common! I bet you like Jackson Brown as well :D Thanks, Shari.

@chenmikehk-Gosh, another story I can't outdo. I'd probably would have done that had Mike not been so kind to me that day. Often, I'd see people sleeping in terminals and your story would be the reason behind that. It's a bit embarrassing I guess, because passersby just assume that your homeless! Great story Mike. I'm sorry to hear it of course. Thanks for that.

@Pachuca213-Yes, it was a bit trying. I'm just glad that I didn't flip out. On a few occasions, I'll see people who were wronged and flipped out and in return, got no help whatsoever. It's always smart to maintain yourself in such instances. Thanks for the feedback!


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juneaukid 6 years ago from Denver, Colorado

Thanks Dohn for this account. It reminds me so much of a greyhound bus ride I took from Montreal to New York when the bus broke down at Shroon Lake and we had to sit there for eight hours as the bus got colder and colder. A Jewish woman kept telling the driver "Drivah, Drivah, Give some shteam!" A new bus came at dawn!


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

Wow. You unfortunately broke down in Nowhere-Ville! I know Schroon Lake from passing by there on so many occasions. There really isn't much between Lake George and Plattsburgh on I-87 with the exception of Saratoga and Glen Falls. That must have been some ordeal! Thanks, juneaukid, for the story!


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wavegirl22 6 years ago from New York, NY

Oh my dear friend. . how well you know me &hearts 's

People speak of love don't know what they're thinking of

Wait around for the one who fits just like a glove

Speak in terms of belief and belonging

Try to fit some name to their longing

People speak of love . .dont know what they're thinking of

You keep it up

You try so hard

To keep a life from coming apart

And never know

What breaches and faults are concealed

In the shape of a heart

a favorite of mine

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LIlojcd3Pzk


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

Yes! Jackson Brown is one of the greats! Thank you for sharing the video, Shari. His message is perfect :D


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Lgali 6 years ago

dohn. Great story another good hub


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

Hey, Lgali. Thank you for that!


ralwus 6 years ago

Great story dohn. Pete was a swell guy. Yes, I know the waffle feeling well. LOL great line as I know you had to sit on what is known as diamond plate steel or aluminum. It would leave a waffle like pattern on your butt. Why did you not sit on the dirty laundry? I see the bus up there has Cleveland on it. LOL I have had many traveling stories like unto this one, and being cold like that is not fun, especially as the upper part is being cooked. All in all this is a really good warm Christmas story. Thanks for sharing friend. CC


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

Cleveland...Dammit! No wonder it took FOREVER, LOL. The dirty laundry was in the cargo hold by the way. Thanks for clearing that up about what the heck I was sitting on. It just reminded me of conveyor belt/escalator material. Pete is all aces in my book! This does make a good story to tell to the grand-kiddies (if I ever have any). I'd like to hear some of your zany stories too, my friend. Besides, us Waffle-Asses gotta stick together. Maybe maple syrup will help (I kill me). Hope your feeling better, my friend :D Dohn


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Tom Cornett 6 years ago from Ohio

I loved reading this...I would have sat on the step too...there is...no place like home. :)


ralwus 6 years ago

I'm OK. Maybe I will tell some of my travels sans women. hehe You will one day be not only a great father but a great grand parent as well. I am sure of that. Now, should I write about riding on a journey or walking over twenty miles on a dark and cold night to get home because Greyhound abandoned me? hmmm


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

@Tom Cornett-Ha! So true, Tommy. I almost forgot that you live there. Thanks for the comment. It's always good to hear from you.

@ralwus-That's great to hear, Charles! Just keep in rated PG-13 for the kiddies ;) You really lived a helluva life my friend...Stop making a guy blush, will ya? Sons of Bitches! You walked over twenty miles due to their mistake? Man, I would've flipped out over that. That hub would be like the opposite of this one is you choose to write it! Gosh...I say do it.


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Green Lotus 6 years ago from Atlanta, GA

What a great story. I really enjoyed it. You have such a way with words, I bet you knew just the right things to say to "enroll" that driver.


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

Hey, Green Lotus. I'm glad that you did. Yes, I'll admit, I have the gift of gab. I've been known to talk people into doing things they'd normally wouldn't dream of! I hope you don't need life insurance ;)


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successfulblogger 6 years ago from Los Angeles,Ca

The greyhound bus can be a long ride, You are a trooper.


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

Thank you, successfulblogger! It sure was, but it could've been worse...I could've been stranded! :)


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travelespresso 6 years ago from Somewhere in this exciting world.

Hello Dohn

Your first hubmob. It's fun here isn't it? I loved your heartfelt story. You took me on an emotional journey from leaving your dorm (where I could almost smell the old socks of others) to your doorstep (where I could smell your moms cooking) as your tale unfolded. Simply beautiful!


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

Thanks, travelespresso! I'm happy to be able to share it here. The tragedy of what "almost" could have happened is almost as tragic as forgetting that it ever happened in the first place! Thank you so much as always.


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travelespresso 6 years ago from Somewhere in this exciting world.

Aah...but isn't that what we writers love? All of this high drama provides us with a rich vein of emotions to tap into! You sure tapped into it!


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

Ha! I guess Fate picked me to become a writer then! No great writer has ever NOT suffered! (Not to suggest that all that and a bag of chips either) :D


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apricot 6 years ago from Italy

Ooooh, I felt chilly reading that! But at the same time I was very annoyed - how infuriating!!! I would have gone after that woman in her office and chucked snow at her!

I'm going to read this again with a cup of cocoa (honestly your descriptions are so exact that I had to put another jumper on) - loved the song too - it was perfect for the bus journey! Hadn't heard it before!


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

It's always coldest when it gets warm...Or is it,"It's always darkest before the light?" No matter, you know what I mean! My situation could've gone in so many different other directions, but it didn't and I'm glad that it didn't. It's great hearing that I effected you in such a way, apricot. That means that I did my job as a writer! Thank you so much for coming by and reading this!


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Truth From Truth 6 years ago from Michigan

Great hub, You really took the high road and looked at the upside of life. Most people do not look at things that way anymore. Thanks.


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

Thanks, TFT. It's always a wise decision to keep one's composure. You never once hear of someone saying something to the tune of, "Damn! I should've flipped out!" I'm glad you enjoyed it :D


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Cris A 6 years ago from Manila, Philippines

my friend

enjoyed this story - not that i took pleasure in your um travails but you really are a born storyteller. please do share more. :D

cool song, among the many JT hits, it ranks high on my list.


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

Hey, thanks Cris--especially for that compliment ;) I've always loved to tell story, but I've always been a lousy liar :D Yes, I do have many more stories to share. I just hope it doesn't make anyone fall asleep, lol.

JT's one of my all-time favorites. I'm not really sure how I got to listening to him as no one else in my family does. Thanks again, Cris!


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habee 6 years ago from Georgia

Wonderful story, Dohn. Your soup ladle weilding mom sounds like a hoot!


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

Yes, my mom just as fiery as ever! Don't let her Cheshire Cat smile fool you ;)


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easetravels 6 years ago from INDIA,TAMILNADU

True experience you had shared with us. I enjoyed reading it. Keep it up. LOL


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

Thanks, easetravels. I enjoyed telling it. I'd probably still be in Plattsburgh had Pete turned me away :D


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sweetie1 6 years ago from India

HI dohn,

u do have a gift of writing and alls well that ends well.. very nice hub.


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

Thanks, sweetie1. I'm glad that you enjoyed it and I appreciate the compliment :)


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GeneralHowitzer 6 years ago from Land of Salt, Philippines

Pad Thai why not dohn, sounds and look mouthwatering to me Merry Christmas Buddy... !


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

Thanks, GH. Yes, I think you'd like it very much. However, it would look funny sitting underneath a Christmas tree, doncha think? Merry Christmas to you too!


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hotspur 6 years ago from England

Great story - the true ones are usually the best - made me recall my only trip to the US - took the Greyhound East coast to West coast and back again - thankfully it was summertime so didn't have your cold shinnanegans!


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

Thanks hotspur. I'm not sure if I could "take" a Greyhound cross-country. That would really be quite an adventure (you should probably write about your experience). I hope I never have to go through that again! Thank you.


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Beth100 6 years ago from Canada

I love a good story with a happy ending! Thanks Dohn for another great one! Happy New Year! :) xoxo


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

Thanks so much for reading this one, Beth100! I'm glad that you liked it and was very grateful that I made it home that day :D Happy New Year to you and yours!


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Tammy Lochmann 6 years ago

Funny how some of us remember the kindness and charity of strangers and some do not. My Husband is a huge fan of James Taylor but I have always liked that song. I always get choked up when I read about random acts of kindness. I really enjoyed your trip down memory lane.


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dohn121 6 years ago from Hudson Valley, New York Author

Thanks, Tammy. It's stories like these that are important components of our lives and makes us who we are. I'm really happy that you came over hear to read this. James Taylor is one of my favorites. It means a lot! Thank you.

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