They switched to buses, cos they're more unpleasant - they smack of the Hell you will soon be arriving at. They're stuffy and smell like vomit, it's loud, there's always at least one baby screaming (just in case you think you can stand basic noise), the person behind you constantly kicks your seat, the person across the aisle from you keeps trying to hit on you, and there is no bathroom.
Wow, you've perfectly summed up the travel portion of my trip to New Orleans in one paragraph. New Orleans is Hell? Does that make Anne Rice the devil?
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But at least I'll be in good company. ^_^
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