I am slightly uneasy but mostly annoyed by this passenger who continues to chat my reluctant neighbor up. To no avail, the man in front of me continued to offer me and my seatmate sips from his vodka flask admitting that he had been drinking since way before departure. As the bus left the driver asked the passengers to refrain from drinking. ![]() I purchased a ticket for $21 and headed to the gate. Vacillating as to whether to proceed I waited patiently next to a man who sounded like he had whooping cough and about ten pigeons who remained dangerously close to my suitcase. Heading to the Port Authority terminal I was told the next available bus was leaving in an hour and a half. Should I or shouldn’t I? It was close to 10 PM and I was more than a bit discouraged about whether it was worth the trip. Unfortunately, I misread the schedule and there were no direct trains on a Wednesday night. Despite my apprehension, I grabbed my heavy suitcase and camera and headed to Penn Station to grab a train. ![]() I had no idea what to expect on my first ever visit to Atlantic City as the reviews from my fancy friends were mixed-why would you go there they asked.
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