Friday Evening, 9:00 p.m.Port Authority Bus TerminalI am sitting on a Greyhound Bus. We were supposed to leave an hour ago. The girl behind me starts to lose her composure.“Can’t we just, like, leave?” She says to no one in particular. “We’re like an hour late.”She has one of those grating voices made to command a clique of mean girls.Thirty seconds later, “Oh my GOD. This is so ridiculous.”One minute later, “Why haven’t we left yet?!” She releases a sigh-whine that lets everyone know how she m....
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