I wrote this over a week ago but thought I might share it tonight. It may be meaningless to others, but it was an eye opening moment for me.
Tonight, through a series of unfortunate events, I find myself waiting for a 6AM Greyhound bus out of Dallas.
I flew from Portland to Dallas to catch the final leg of my flight. It should have just been a quick up and down, probably no more than an hour and a half. But it didn’t happen. Instead I was told that my flight had been canceled (my second in five days), and I could wait up to two days on standby. Alternatively, I could make my own arrangements. So I looked into renting car or taking a bus. Even with the taxi fare, the bus came out quite a lot cheaper.