Danbury Bus Terminal

I think perhaps God is punishing me for enjoying myself entirely too much recently… I wouldn’t wish this perpetually horrible experience on my worst enemy.
The station itself is about what you’d expect from a Chinatown bus (even though it isn’t) — but the ticket was $ 20 for a one-​way trip to New York City, what the hell!
After a long night of drinking, swimming, and romantic embrace in Brookfield with my new friend I met on a recent trip to Edinburgh, he was leaving town and couldn’t drive me home — so I had the choice of taking the train from Brewster (which was a trek) or Danbury (which would require me to switch trains at South Norwalk — really inconvenient) or taking the bus… Trying to pick the most efficient option, I chose the bus — unfortunately.
The driver arrived 30 minutes late, he announced on the overhead speakers that he was late because it’s Friday — and since I was sitting right behind him I asked if this happens every Friday, he said yes, and I said «then you should change the schedule.»
The driver announced on the overhead speakers that rather than 5pm, which was the scheduled arrival time, we would be arriving sometime between 6pm and 6:30pm — his excuse was «because it’s Friday.» And, because I was sitting behind him I asked if this happens every Friday, he said yes, and I said «then you should change the schedule.»
The trip took 2 ½ hours… The route the driver chose once in NYC was absolutely absurd — down 5^th avenue, across 138^th street, down Adam Clayton Powell Junior Boulevard, across 116^th street, down Frederick Douglas Boulevard, across 110^th street, down Columbus, and then finally 9^th avenue to Port Authority.
It seemed to me, at one point, to be a trip through hell — literally… It’s seriously like the bus route was chosen to cause me as much misery as humanly possible — on 128^th street I went through crushing heartbreak, on 99^th street I had the worst roommate ever, on 95^th street I gave up the best apartment ever, on 90^th street lives «the one who got away,» on 67^th street is the apartment I should’ve moved into in January but have to wait until August (I CANNOT WAIT), etc… UGH… At a red light I actually asked the driver to let me off the bus, I’d walk the rest of the way or even take the subway, the traffic was just unbearable and the driver missed every light possible — but, damn it, «it’s against the rules, I can’t open the doors, you have to wait.»
The bus was totally dirty and out-​of-​date, there were television monitors but nothing was playing, and the bathroom was seriously disgusting… The only good part of the whole happening was watching the beautiful thunder/​lightning/​rain from the window — then I had to walk in the downpour to meet my friend for dinner.