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| - This is the most unprofessional, shittiest, and rage-inducing place I have ever set foot in. All of the employees, especially the bald headed ass security guard who is on a power trip and pretty much every other bastard there except the kid at the ticket counter can go eat Shit and launch themselves off a bridge and land in a pit of water moccasins. I've seen people display more organizational skills in the first 10 minutes of any episode of Hoarders: Buried Alive than this piece of Shit company. I would rather pick my own eyeballs out of my skull with a piece of dull disposable cutlery than to ever have to come near this building or a Greyhound bus ever again. I would rather let an alligator snapping turtle clamp onto my nipples and drag me away into a fucking swamp. I would rather drink burning hot vegetable oil and let it fry my entire esophagus. I would rather let a body builder snap my fucking legs in half and tie my bloody broken jello legs around my neck so I can strangle myself to death. I would rather shove a fork into an outlet and electrocute myself to death than be on this bus; good thing there ARENT EVEN ANY FUCKING OUTLETS THAT I CAN ACTUALLY USE!
Also, you bitches ever heard of Poopourri? I don't understand how half a bus can smell like human excrement before anyone even uses the fucking thing. Or is this your fucked your sadistic way of getting back at the poor shmucks who have no choice but to use your shitty fucking buses?
God. I'm stuck on here for hours. I can keep going. Fuck you. I hate you. I would ask for a refund like a normal respectable person, but you've managed to even fuck that up. WE'RE SUPPOSED TO SEND YOU A FUCKING "LETTER" TO COMPLAIN? DONT ACT LIKE YOU SMUG SHITBAG FUCKHEADS DONT KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOURE DOING.
I never would have gotten stuck in the seat right next to the shitter with no outlet if your smarmy rent-a-cop wasn't yelling and ordering everyone around like fucking cattle. He fucked everything up by thinking he was hot shit, walking around with his dumb smug mouth hanging open and his stupid fucking styrofoam cup, probably filled with "I'm A Stupid Prick" brand soda or something. Ordering people around, telling them the wrong damn Shit, and fucking up the whole line. Then you got the drivers themselves, who just have completely fucking given up on their lives and probably spend every waking moment behind the wheel of this god forsaken bus picturing themselves just careening the coach into a god damn ditch. That's what I would do if I was forced to be surrounded by the endless pit of despair that is Greyhound. The rest of the employees I saw.....their IQ is too low for me to even make fun of. It's like talking to a fucking brick wall, but a brick wall with glazed over eyeballs and a lot of Percocet in their system. I can't even count how many times I've asked a simple question and received no answer as if I just fucking accidentally turned on the ORB OF CONFUSION.
One final note: who the fuck only sells Crystal Geyser water? Look at your life. Look at your choices. You've managed to have like ten fucking arcade games but you somehow can't carry water that wasn't milked from the teet of Satan himself.
One more final note: fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you (except the younger white dude at the ticket counter with glasses, you were nice and obviously had brain cells left unlike your fellow associates. Get out of that fucking place while you can.)
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