HARTline. Going Places.

HARTline. Going Places.

One luxury about the bus is… I’m NOT the chauffeur. I’m sort of happy to not have to do the driving from point A to point B at the moment. I feel fine, and dandy and things. I just kinda feel lazy, and thus let the guy who is paid to do this all day… do the driving.

It feels pretty darn nice, too.
(The only downside is, two of the buses I took today take very long, meandering routes that make the trip much, much longer than it really had to be. I could’ve waited for a different bus in one case, but I wanted to place a phone call. The interior of the bus is much quieter than standing at the curb, waiting for a bus. :p)