The Union station bus station in New York , New York is a sight to behold. It gains itself the highest notoriety in New York's popular literature as the folk's first entry to the city. From the amazing ruffian that's milking the kindness of others by forever asking for just two dollars for his trip to jersey after his wallet got stolen, or the rumble and tumble staff, it's a memory that'll be imprinted for pretty long. It's the disorganisation of the place that's so notable. The fact that they have changing buses and locations doesn't even describe what a confusing labyrinthine it is. Rightly so then that they have a dedicated staff member to decode the inscriptions in the tickets and directing the passengers to the right doors. Until a point anyway, after which the gates change anyway.
It's the port of last call for the reveller who has called it into the city for the night. She has spent the night enjoying and now at 3am on a cold Saturday morning sitting on the floor furiously swiping on her phone, hoping to make connections back home. The next morning's 'i partied in the city last weekend, it was lots of fun' is often worth the troubles as even a hint of having done anything with the city will gain much admiration from people around the area.
The delays and rearrangements seem to happen all the time too. A lot more often than at South Station. Never quite understood that. It's where dreams go to get crushed
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