I have to admit something embarrassing. Even though I’m constantly championing the buses to my stick-to-the-subways friends, I got scared off by the Select Bus Service the other night.
I had gotten off the L train at First Avenue coming in from Williamsburg and saw the express M15 waiting at the stop already when I reached the top of the stairs. I usually leave running to the overanxious anonymous and try to maintain some dignity for myself, but there were still enough people lining up for the bus that I was sure I could avoid the humiliation of being left behind, screaming and waving with bus exhaust in my face. I took off for it and got to the doors just as the last passenger was climbing aboard.
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Sigh. I’m still dreaming of a working, reliable public transportation system that people actually use.
Let’s all move to Paris! Aside from the workers going on strike once a week, I hear it’s really dreamy over there. The stories include very short trains that come often and only stop for seconds at a time, so if you don’t get in, you’re outta luck, but the next train will arrive in no time.
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