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dchenesThis was not my day for buses. A trip that should have taken an hour in each direction took an hour and a half in each direction.
I left home at 1:30 to head out to Brighton, and waited around for the 66 for about ten minutes at Roxbury Crossing (which is about par for the course). Then I pulled the boneheaded move of all time, and got off the bus in Coolidge Corner to go to the bank. I forgot there was an ATM in Oak Square. Anyway, the power was out in Coolidge Corner, so the traffic lights weren't working, so there were four policemen standing in the intersection of Harvard and Beacon, directing traffic. Having taken in that situation, and having looked as far up and down Harvard as I could and seen no sign whatever of any bus coming in either direction, I started walking.
The next bus passed me before I got to Comm Ave, but I was more than halfway there and it wouldn't have been worth taking the bus up to Brighton Ave from where I was anyway. So I walked up to Brighton Ave, and (as usual) missed two 57 buses because I was on the wrong side of the intersection and the lights were against me. GROWF, says I, and starts walking up Brighton Ave. The third 57 passed me while I was stuck at the intersection of Brighton Ave and Cambridge St. I got as far as Eleanor St before I decided I'd had enough and was going to wait for the next 57.
About twenty minutes later, the next 57 shows up and I finally get to Oak Square at 3:00.
Now on the way home, I went to the Super 88 first, thinking I could catch the 57 at the Shaw's and pick up the 66 at Harvard again. So I sat waiting for 20 minutes or so for the 57. The one I got had broken air conditioning, to the point where somebody in the back of the bus passed out. Fortunately she was all right after a little while, so we didn't have to pull over and wait for an ambulance. and I got off the 57 at Harvard. Then I proceeded to wait 25 minutes for the 66. Granted it's Saturday and the buses don't run as often at night in the first place, but I left the Super 88 at something like 7:45 and I didn't really want it to take until 9:15 to get home. I almost think it would have been faster to take the T to Park Street, switch to the Orange line and come home that way.
Anyway, all getting there and back again aside, I can now officially say I know what somebody who mentions Dangermouse is talking about. It's extremely silly, for good definitions of silly. Now all we need is for somebody to wise up and put Count Duckula on DVD.
"Good night out there, whatever you are."
I left home at 1:30 to head out to Brighton, and waited around for the 66 for about ten minutes at Roxbury Crossing (which is about par for the course). Then I pulled the boneheaded move of all time, and got off the bus in Coolidge Corner to go to the bank. I forgot there was an ATM in Oak Square. Anyway, the power was out in Coolidge Corner, so the traffic lights weren't working, so there were four policemen standing in the intersection of Harvard and Beacon, directing traffic. Having taken in that situation, and having looked as far up and down Harvard as I could and seen no sign whatever of any bus coming in either direction, I started walking.
The next bus passed me before I got to Comm Ave, but I was more than halfway there and it wouldn't have been worth taking the bus up to Brighton Ave from where I was anyway. So I walked up to Brighton Ave, and (as usual) missed two 57 buses because I was on the wrong side of the intersection and the lights were against me. GROWF, says I, and starts walking up Brighton Ave. The third 57 passed me while I was stuck at the intersection of Brighton Ave and Cambridge St. I got as far as Eleanor St before I decided I'd had enough and was going to wait for the next 57.
About twenty minutes later, the next 57 shows up and I finally get to Oak Square at 3:00.
Now on the way home, I went to the Super 88 first, thinking I could catch the 57 at the Shaw's and pick up the 66 at Harvard again. So I sat waiting for 20 minutes or so for the 57. The one I got had broken air conditioning, to the point where somebody in the back of the bus passed out. Fortunately she was all right after a little while, so we didn't have to pull over and wait for an ambulance. and I got off the 57 at Harvard. Then I proceeded to wait 25 minutes for the 66. Granted it's Saturday and the buses don't run as often at night in the first place, but I left the Super 88 at something like 7:45 and I didn't really want it to take until 9:15 to get home. I almost think it would have been faster to take the T to Park Street, switch to the Orange line and come home that way.
Anyway, all getting there and back again aside, I can now officially say I know what somebody who mentions Dangermouse is talking about. It's extremely silly, for good definitions of silly. Now all we need is for somebody to wise up and put Count Duckula on DVD.
"Good night out there, whatever you are."
