Parking in Seattle is a bitch. This is especially true since 1) I can't parallel park 2) I'm not independently wealthy and 3) I don't have a car. Luckily my job pays for a fair majority of a bus pass.
Since my arrival here I have shunned the bus, largely from fear. Not of the people or of getting stabbed, but of getting totally lost. Not having any sense of directionality makes public transit extremely difficult when every street name is followed by a NW, SW, NE ect. I literally need a compass. But it's the bus or poverty.
So I set my fear aside and braved it. I didn’t die. I didn’t get stabbed or rolled for my beat up blackberry. I got lots of free entertainment and only got on one wrong bus. Pretty sweet for my first time.
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