Dear fellow Greyhound travelers

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To all smokers:

Please refrain from sitting next to me after you have just smoked. Cigarette smoke makes me nauseous. Additionally, I would like to ask all people who reek of any substance - whether it be cigarettes, alcohol, or the water in the porta-restroom - to please refrain from sticking their butts in my face for prolonged periods of time.

Thank you,
Someone who is sensitive to smells.



To all large people:

Just because I am 1/3 of your size does not mean that you can take up 1/3 of my seat. You paid for just one seat. I paid for one full seat. And I don't know about you, but when I pay $200 for something, I'd really like to get my money's worth.

Thank you,
Someone who has a day-long trip and is not in the mood to deal with this.



Dear kids:

If it's dark, take advantage of the sleepy time. Wait until light before playing pester the parent.

Thanks,
I wanna sleep.




Dear Greyhound:

If we could just leave at our scheduled times, we wouldn't be missing our scheduled busses at our connection points. Think about that, please.

Thanks,
Irked in Pittsburg.




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