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Nov 2017
It was a trip on Greyhound with destination being Minneapolis, Minnesota
Well that is one ordah
Now I am travelling during a winter snowstorm
I am sure you know how that feels like
But I will keep it simple and polite
However, this trip is not going to be any different than any other winter trip
But I don’t have any tip
But I am on Greyhound and I am in the smack of a snowstorm
This is winter and the norm
But we are on Highway 88, and the road is blinding
You can barely see in the front, and don’t even think about looking back
It was bad just like that
The Greyhound Driver carefully maneuvers the bus, but we become stuck that involves cars, trucks, and us
Now the bus wasn’t a must
But I am on a Greyhound bus but can’t fuss
However, when the Greyhound Driver announced we can’t move anymore, boy did some of the passengers cuss
But the snow steadily coming down along with ice since we were in the middle of a snowstorm
Conditions and attitudes apply
We were stuck with no movement
Snowstorm having no improvement
Highway 88 became a wait
I won’t travel like this again will be another date
I will be arriving a couple days late
Well we have been on this Greyhound bus for two days
This bus became our hotel stay
The third day arrived, and we were finally on our way
After all, Greyhound’s slogan does say, “Leave The Driving to Us”
Passengers can cuss and fuss
But that was my accord that involved us.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
(New York City)   
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