The Shitty, Smelly, Sweltering Bus Ride Back from Toronto to Windsor from Hell

I said earlier (last postage, whenever that was) that I would explain in detail mine and Katie's harrowing trip back to Windsore from TO on the bus ride from hell. But since it's really fucking hot, I haven't slept in two days and I'm starving - I will sum it up, or down, whathaveyou into as few of sentences as possible. Here we go: Hustling from the ticket wicket window to a bus that's about to leave we enter our stinky, sweltering, semi-filled box of chairs for the next five hours. A virtual who's who of T.O. exiting patrons. Everyone was there: Ms. bedazzled and jewelled going to Detroit older East Indian sandal-wearing lady to our left, super talkative and cackling smokey-voiced dirt ball couple going nowhere, unfortunately seated directly behind us. Up front we had twenty-somethings Ms. Black T.O going to London and Mr. Mulatto going to Windsor from Scarborough. They were all present and accounted for. But most important to the shitty-ness factor of this story, there was the damn immigrant family of 8 with the crying baby from hell. Now, the kid's whiny whimpering (which if the family had health insurance could probably be qualified as colic) was annoying and loud as fuck, and I know the parents could have done a better (any) job of comforting the little brat, but, besides being preoccupied with the rest of the brood, the Indian family of 8 were sitting directly beside the greyhounds' toilet. And this wasn't any ordinary Greyhound bus lavatory, which I'm sure even at its best isn't the cleanest or nicest of situations. This particular john, on this particular day, on this particular trip- released a hellish, sweet but revolting stench that made your stomach turn, eyes water and your nose upturn in disgust and retreat. I found that the only way to cope with these multiple disturbances (the heat, the stink and the creeps) was to immerse myself in (and occasionally bury my face in my collar) the book about cults, suicides and society that Phil lent me - which I did.