Fucking Greyhound. I should have left a day earlier... I won't be able to go to Carson City for my chorizo after all. Butcher Boy in Sparks might still be a possibility, though.
Greyhound just doesn't give enough of a shit for its passengers to schedule things so that the usual delays won't throw people's schedules all off. I'll be another hour and 20 minutes here, which will delay my arrival in Sacramento till after the connecting bus to Reno departs. It might not be until this evening when I get to Reno... I should have known better, it's pretty consistently fucked up. Don't even get me started on the amateur rappers practicing their craft all the way from El Paso. Luckily, that shit was broken up a little by two or three babies bawling all at the same time.
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