No escape

I’ve got a horrible feeling if I turn around one of these things is going to be lurking behind me:


I’ve been trying to leave Champaign and get back to Chicago for the last four hours. Three buses have failed to turn up and when the Chicago-bound Greyhound did arrive, it said Tennessee on the front, so I stupidly didn’t think to get on it.

Thankfully I’ve found a similarly-minded bus-missing chum called Ben, who’s a pilot from Sweden and is trying to get to Chicago so he can fly to New York tomorrow and pilot a plane there. We’re now trying to get a train north. We’re considering lying on the tracks to make sure we don’t miss this form of transport.

I know, I know, it’s part of the Nuffield experience. I just don’t want to hear it right now.

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1 Response to “No escape”

  1. Gob of the Wash

    That’s part of the…..etc