I’m currently sitting at the Dixie off I-55
just south of Bloomington. We stopped
for our 30 minute break 3 hours and 10 minutes ago. On the way down, we pulled over once because
the air conditioning wasn’t fully functional.
Unfortunately it completely stopped working on our way to our break and
we have been waiting for a new bus since then.
The claim is that it will be here in about an hour and a half. It’s 6pm and our bus was supposed to be
pulling into Union Station St. Louis 15 minutes ago. After attempting to convince various members
of my family to make the drive to pick me up, we determined that the bus would probably
beat any of them here.
Once I became resigned to the fact that I was
at least 6 hours from being home, it’s turned into a decent experience. I’m not stranger to travel delays and I’m
attempting to “roll with it” a little more.
I had no choice but to come into the Dixie to charge my phone (first
world problems). I was reluctant to take
up a table because I originally did not plan to buy any food. When I expressed this to another stranded
passenger, she told me that she was planning to eat and I was welcome to share
her booth. I kindly accepted.
We chatted for awhile and I decided to order
some food (and left our waitress a nice tip for us taking up her table…I will
be getting a refund on my $10 ticket).
She’s a PhD student and SLU and just got back from the UK and it was
quite entertaining to listen to her some of her stories.
Despite my frustration and my desire to get
home, this hasn’t been so bad. At least
I’m not stuck on the side of the road on a hot, sticky bus, but in a breezy
diner with food in my tummy and an interesting companion. Things could be worse.
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