The bus isn't as bad as I thought it would be. Actually, I didn't think it would be that bad, but I was pleasantly surprised at how clean and efficient the whole process was. (Mmmmm...clean...not smelling like wet sheep.....) My only complaint is the man in front of me smelled like fried chicken.
What strikes me, though, is the kindness of people in my life. People say Vegas is a horrible town full of naked drunken reprobates. While that may be true of a few people, (Tom, I’m looking in your direction) when I think about it, there has never been a time when I’ve been stranded on the side of the road that some nice stranger hasn’t pulled over to offer help. I’ve had flat tires, dead batteries, stalled cars, and a host of other problems, and every single time someone (or a few someones) has pulled over to help a total stranger.
As soon as my students find out that I’m carless, they all offer me rides and give me their work schedules so I know when they are available to drive me around. Additionally, Kat IMs me last night letting me know I can borrow her car while she’s out of town.
Wow. That’s really impressive. Vegas is full of good people.
…and one fewer operable VW.