Dear Savvy Reader,
Do you like it when I call you savvy? Guess what? This weekend I went to the big city. I had some private matters to attend to. How did I get there? On the Chinatown bus. Fung Wah! I like to say it like I’m making a karate chop.
Fung Wah means magnificent wind, but Fung Wah buses aren’t magnificent. In fact, if you are savvy, you will avoid this line. Their safety record is poor. I must admit I made a grave mistake in choosing them.
My voyage began happily enough.
But part way there– whether due to the swaying of the bus, the smell of fried food mingled with air freshener, or the fabric pattern of the seat covers– I grew ill and lost my cookies in the red plastic bag I found in my seat pocket.
Yet, I am grateful to be alive. As you have seen from the link above, not everyone involved with them is.
And so this is a happy sad happy entry.
Wishing you safe travels,
I remain,
your loyal friend,
Mickey
