Mathias G.
Yelp
This is dedicated to you, vile, evil, lazy greyhound bus line employee. This simply speaks to the greyhound customer service, not the aesthetics or offerings of the station itself. And as a review of a rarely discussions train station, this will probably be no more than hot air getting lost into the internet ether. But as a form of catharsis, let me say this: you are terrible at your job and an unsympathetic, cowardly human being!
After already having had some big travel hiccups trying to head from New Orleans to Nashville when a friend could no longer drive me there, I decided to take a greyhound bus. I bought a ticket online for the 9:30 PM bus, which would take 14 hours (no problem, I'd be asleep through most of it) and get in the next afternoon. I arrive at the station at 9:13. Last bus of the night, next one leaves at 7:40 the next morning
Why do I know that fairly arbitrary arrival date? Because when I walk to the ticket counter, the line had been roped off. An employee is behind the counter, idly clicking away on the computer while flirting with a Sheriff deputy, but the counter was closed down with a sign that said "Closed at 9:10"
I move to the side of the line and wait for a bit for the employee and the deputy to stop chatting with each other (they clearly see me), but this doesn't happen and I finally have to interrupt them with an "excuse me." They both look annoyed that I'm there. Jesus Christ, how could I, a traveler in the bus station, need help from station employees.
I explain that I bought my ticket online in the morning, i just need to have it printed out.
Evil lady rolls her eyes, "we're closed."
No, i explain, i don't need to buy a new one, it's bought, it just needs to actualize and i'll be out of here.
"Not here, we're closed."
I ask what time it is
"9:14"
You're kidding me, i said. It's important that i make it to Nashville tomorrow, I've made all kinds of arrangements, i say.
These two jagoffs get angry at me. The greyhound employee rolls her eyes and looks at the deputy, all the while clicking away at the computer (THE COMPUTER, the same goddamn computer that will make all this go away. You TAUNT ME, keyboard clicks) and the deputy interrupts me in a 'you need to CALM DOWN or else' kind of tone and says some people that HAVE tickets might not even make it on the bus.
I look at the line and there are maybe 20 people in line. Everybody will make it on the bus. But that's beside the point. I have a ticket! You just need to print it out for me! At least give me a SHOT! Let me be a contender.
I say i'm sorry, i'm not trying to cause a scene here, but you're still here and the computer's clearly on and i just need my ticket so I can at least TRY to catch the bus.
Evil lady snickers, "you can't be gettin no special rules," and i hear them chuckling as a I, flabbergasted, walk away.
The next morning I tried to catch the 7:40 am bus (this time getting there at 6:30 am), but that was sold out. The next bus wouldn't get me in till 4 in the morning, and after a point I said f*ck it and bought a plane ticket. The 240 dollar non- bus ride. Perfect!
I got into Nashville at 1:30, right around the time I would have if that strumpet had inconvenienced herself and done her job 4 minutes after the counter closed.
There are moments in ones job when, with very little effort, one can either make someone's day or completely ruin it. This succubus was still behind the counter; the computer was still on, she was still working on it. There was no line of people behind me asking for favors as well. She was simply lazy and perhaps a little jaded and ruined my night. You hate your job, I get it, but it's your f*cking job. Do it.
So thanks guys, thank you so much for such awesome customer service! Really made my night!