#i dont actually hate greyhound buses but i do have an aversion to them

[zz-chikorita]

One of the most demeaning things we accept as a normal part of our society is the way in which we board planes.

First class, diamond class, comfort plus, etc etc, main 1,2,3, and finally basic. We load the plane from front to back. Not only is this incredibly inefficient- when was the last time anyone tried to load a semi from end closest to the door to the farthest?

The idea of it is asinine! It simply can't be done that way! Ok, maybe it *can* but it would be much more complicated to do so and take much, much longer because you got to squeeze through everything that's already been packed! Boxes would topple over and would have to be rearranged yet again. Depending on the cargo, it could be disastrous. Glass would break, crates would crack, combustibles would...well you know.

Now, what do you suppose the most delicate cargo could possibly be?

People!

Yet, we stack them in from front to back, completely contrary to all logic.

So, why?

Because these good folks paid anywhere from a little to a lot of extra money so it is their GOD GIVEN RIGHT to anywhere from a little to a lot of extra comfort. And anywhere from a little to no humiliation.

So, on goes first class then diamond then comfort plus and so on, such that all left, those only able to pay the bare minimum are marched on, a display to all those with chanel coats and suits and ties and two armrests that are actually their own.

They glance up occasionally to watch the spectacle, but quickly become bored and return to themselves.

And as we try to squeeze through the stacked boxes, trying to make our way, and we knock down their tower, brushing them with your small carry on that's filled to the brim because a checked bag would be just too much, and they stare and scorn us, we *must* reply, "I'm so sorry" lest we want to make a scene just as we lower class folk are known to do.

And so we march on, as the curtain shuts behind. More looks of annoyance, some a few of pity. We try to keep our eyes forward. We apologize.

And we march on. Further and further, now we are shunned. Their guilt weighs on them. They could've been like us. Maybe they were like us once. But none of that matters now. They made their decision. And the shame they feel is far greater than they anticipated. We apologize and they stumble their words.

They want to say it's ok.

But is that really what they want?

They don't know.

We march on.

We've made it at last. We cram into whatever room in left, we don't look each other in the eye. We've all been stripped of our humanity. We are hollow. We are tired. And just as we settle down, finally able to get our reprieve.

We are deafened by the roaring engine and none can sleep.

We can only wait.

Just as we are use to.

For this is our place.

Lest we want to ride one of those godawful Greyhound buses