Unfortunately, this habit doesn't necessarily apply to other areas of my life.
I was going to say it's a good thing I don't mind getting lost, but I think the truth is I've just gotten used to it.
"You COULD leave now and get to the Amtrak station a half hour early, just to be safe...or hey, how about we live life a little on the edge and arrive there RIGHT on time? Yeahh, you adrenaline junkie you."
Getting a seat on the Greyhound or BoltBus is no different, really. If you get there early, you can get a nice window spot so you can sleep. If you get there late, it's really a question of which seat partner seems the least shady. I actually won't ride Greyhound anymore. I used the restroom in the Seattle Greyhound Station once this past year and it was honestly a harrowing experience I don't wish to repeat.
To get you up to speed, in order to get to the Seattle Boltbus station, I walk to the bus stop and catch a bus to take me to the downtown bus tunnel. Then I transfer onto another bus there, which takes me right under the Boltbus. It's a bit cumbersome when you're lugging around a suitcase, so I should have left early...but as I've already made clear to you, that's not how I roll. Plus, I woke up a little late.
After running around willy-nilly in my apartment and then out to the bus stop, I caught a bus downtown. I arrived at the bus tunnel about 15 minutes before my Boltbus was scheduled to depart.
Of course, a beeping noise loud enough for everyone to hear (including a Metro employee standing five feet away) announced that my card's funds were insufficient to pay for the Link ride.
And then an announcement came on overhead to inform everyone that the Link train was coming through in two minutes.
Now, I've always wanted to have a soundtrack playing in my life. Some kind of musical Morgan Freeman narration as I stride around the streets of Seattle or some accompanying violin strains for life's heartbreaks. Usually I wake up with a random song playing in my head, but it never extended past that until this day. My ipod was on shuffle this whole time, and while I was running, this song was playing:
"Once again, it's happening..."
I'm happy to say that I arrived at the BoltBus exactly one minute before it departed. I found a seat next to a nice gentleman who had a Zelda screensaver on his phone. I'm not sure I want to repeat this endeavor though. Seeing as how this is my first post of the new year, perhaps I should make an effort to not to make every travel departure a cardio exercise.
But I don't really believe in making New Year's resolutions.