I spent the last couple of weeks as a travel bug. We went to Nashville for a week and then I went to my home town in Minnesota for several days. To end my travels I had to book a bus to get myself home. I have used the Mega Bus a handful of times and never encountered issues, not even with fellow passengers even though the clientele can be a little rough sometimes.
I arrived at my pick up spot in downtown Minneapolis just in time expecting to load in immediately, but I quickly spotted a stagnant, gimungo line pile waiting outside the bus. I thought the line was big but I figured I just hadn’t seen the full bus capacity waiting outside the bus before.
I got in line and a cop car pulled up. The bus driver started talking to the two cops in the vehicle. Then a couple people walked over and joined the conversation. Then a whole pile of people walked over and joined the conversation. Then another cop car with two more cops pulled in. Then there were frustrated arm gesters and hood slang popping around like popcorn. I heard bits, put my bits together, and deduced that the problem was an already overbooked bus trying to accommodate a group of people that had been left behing by an overbooked bus several hours previously.
One hour after our original departure time later, a hoard of cop cars rolled in. We had two other traditional cop cars, a cop holding tank sort of vehicle, and a cop golf cart looking thing and the eight or so cops that came in them on the premises. Admittedly, this struck a flutter on my nervous chord.
But no rumble or dispute broke out physically. Instead, about ten minutes later, one cop got on the mega phone and announced that there were 77 people waiting to get on a 47 passenger bus. He started calling ticket numbers and mine sounded at about the #10 mark.
And that is all I know about that. What a trip.