This company exists only because they are the only way to get from an airport to some small towns.
Greyhound's awful customer service goes out of it's way to make certain every passenger is as angry and disappointed as can be, even before you board the bus.
From there, you will meet your seatmate, a homeless guy from Yonkers, taking pulls from the bottle in his bag.
Your bus may break down, may be cancelled for no apparent reason, or your driver may fail to arrive for work.
You will arrive at your destination late, pissed off, and, thanks to your aforementioned travel companion on all of the latest alt-right conspiracy theories!
Greyhound. You're better off walking!