The bus trip to New york City took 12 hours.

I sat at the very back, near the chemical toilet.

During the trip, a Somalian woman managed to lock herself in the washroom.

She started screaming and kicking the door and everyone in the bus turned around to see what the problem was.

That's when most of the people on the bus first noticed me sitting there, looking concerned for the woman.

As the kicking got louder, I stood up from my seat and started kicking the door back.

I said:

"The driver told me that you have to stay in there until we reach Buffalo."

She really started screaming after that.

Eventually the bus pulled over and the driver opened the emergency exit window from the outside so he could get at the lock and the hysterical woman.

I stuck my head out the window to see what was going on.

The bus driver was a FUCKING ASSHOLE.

He told me to get back in the bus before he slammed the glass on my head.

I didn't get much sleep that night because I couldn't stretch out.

I tried to sleep by curling up on two seats but people kept jumping over my legs all night on the way to the toilet.

The seats also smelled like the sweaty asses of the last thirty people who rode on this stinking Greyhound.

Besides the asshole driver nobody else spoke to me on that bus.