So I told my mother I am taking the bus to New York this weekend. What? The bus?!
So maybe she was imagining a scary ride with the great unwashed, like the time a guy was beheaded on a Greyhound bus in Canada. Or that time when I was 16 and rode the Trailways bus to North Carolina. In the Knoxville, Tenn., depot, at 3 a.m., a greasy haired, toothless man tried to hit on me until the big mama next to me literally took me under her arms and told him to, I quote, "Git."
But no, mom, I said, it's the Vamoose bus. It's faster and cheaper than the Amtrak or flying. It's cushy, clean, new(ish) - and it leaves from snoburbia, filled with snoburban people with good haircuts, people carrying smart phones and laptops. It has Wi-Fi. It doesn't stop anywhere else to let people of a non-snoburban character on board.