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And the tickets they give you for the transfers don't correspond to the number you see on the bus, it's not even on there, that's some other system, so you just have to memorize which one is what route. First time I had to ask each of the drivers nervously if this bus went to [place I live] or not.
There's not even a corner store where I live, and you can't walk to one because the only connection to the city is that stretch of road. It's almost exclusively populated with middle aged middle class white people. You don't even see anyone living in most of the houses, because either nobody lives there or they have other homes. And like fifty percent of them have plastic turf instead of grass (which is better for the environment probably with how you don't have to fertilize it, but still, it's like fucking Thneedville.) I'm here, because I'm still living with my parents and dormitories or an apartment would cost me one of my lungs.
Designing everything for cars, and providing only terrible bus service, is a deliberate policy choice. Not to call anybody who lives there now racist, but historically speaking, this outcome wasn't by accident.
oh, my parents and the people around there are fantastically racist. I remember my stepmother was complaining one time about how the temperature was too hot for her grandson at his daycare, because the owners were black and a bunch of kids in there were black and Africans are used to hotter temperatures so they kept the thermostat too high to accommodate for the black children, and Canadians (as if Canadians are a race) are used to lower temperatures, and her poor "Canadian" heat-intolerent grandson was sweating in there all day.
No surprise, I just don't want to accuse people of racism presumptively. But even here, a city with a "progressive" reputation, one of the perennial objections to having rail service to Chicago is that it would bring in "Chicago crime" (read: Black people). As if, 1. Chicago is a crime-infested hellhole, 2. people from Chicago would organize some crime-spree field trips up this way, and 3. they have never heard of Interstate 90/94. (What could possibly make more sense than to commit crimes, and then get away on a vehicle with a 100%-predictable route? Even more genius than the fool-proof water escape! /s)
I think my racist story is funnier than yours.
she also bought the same grandson a ride-able toy car, a toy police van. the three-year-old is too masculine for fisher price cheap plastic cars, lmao.
I hope to god that kid isn't trans like me, because then they'll be having a far worse life than even me.