buses

So, until approximately yesterday, I avoided the buses here in D.C. Not because I'm a busaphobe, hate public transportation that doesn't let me do my escalator intervals, or just love hearing over and over on the subway "step back, doors closing; step back, doors closing." No. I avoided the buses because I couldn't figure them out. Take a look yourself, here is the bus map.

Right? I'm not crazy. A disinterest to stare at an intersection of about two-thousand million little lines that are named J2, J3,J4, or an inability to figure out that I can take the D31, D33, D34, E2, E3, E4 OR the W45 through Rock Creek Park, is pretty understandable.

That being said, I learned that the way to figure out the buses is to forget the map all together, and just ask someone. So I did.

Turns out I can take two buses to Bethesda and nearly cut my commuting time and price in half; turns out there is a way to get to Dupont Circle besides walking for 45 minutes or taking the green line obnoxiously south just so I can transfer and finally cut west through the city.

Turns (also) out that only black people ride the bus. Yep. In my past 48 hours of bus experience, I have been the only white passenger. This is probably because a) most white people are either a1)too lazy to figure out the busses a2)too rich to worry about saving the extra dollar, and b)the subway in reality doesn't make travel sense, but is convenient in that you avoid traffic.

And that's all I want to say about that.