Showing posts with label Mass Transit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mass Transit. Show all posts

Monday, July 7, 2008

Fucking internet

*Updated 7-8-08* Add Mother Fucking, Fucking Mass Transit to the title. See below.

I have a really great seat to see John Mayer on Thursday. You don't like him? I don't give a shit. You don't have to go.

The assholios at ticketmaster and Apple gave me a free download. It was a bitch to get. I have a version of this now.



I also have to get my sorry ass to and from a stupid Mayer show on a Thursday.

I hope the persons next to me don't suck.

Updated 7-8-08*

I'm sort of screwed. I can't get back home!! The metro and the busses aren't running as one would like when the concert will end. Why even go if you are unable to see the act you wanted to because you had to leave early.

I could take the metro/walk to catch a bus to center city Philadelpha, then a taxi to the train station, then a train home. That's nuts... and I'm not waiting in that section of Camden, NJ for a bus at 11 pm. It's bad enough during the day. (The thugs, prostitutes and drug dealers do their thing RIGHT IN FRONT OF POLICE HEADQUARTERS.)

My other option is just as complicated. Metro, a bus, another bus I'll miss, so that requires a taxi.

One of my co-workers said:

Bryan, do this. Take the metro to Pensauken, then the bus to Town Center. Call a cab from there, you know I'm only three towns over. You can sleep on the couch.

Unfortunately that doesn't exacty work either. I'll be stuck in Pensauken then. The bus doesn't run to Town Center at that hour. So, again, a taxi is required.

After much "internetting" to make sure I really had no simple esape from Camden... and a few phone calls. Problem solved. Expensively.

I'll be taking a taxi from Camden to Roebling for fifty fucking dollars. They wanted $100.00 to take me home. Fuck that.

I'll crash on my friend's couch and take the metro into work when it's running in the morning.

If something happens and I don't make it to her house or work, she'll know what happened. I'm somewhere sleeping in a makeshift tent I fashioned out of trash bags. I'm in jail or dead.

Wish me luck.