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Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Jubilation T. Cornball Takes The Bus

posted by on June 10 at 9:59 AM

The front page of today’s PI is devoted to tips for novice Metro bus rider. Frequent Slog commenter Jubilation T. Cornball recently rode the bus for the first time—after seven years in Seattle—and wrote up his first Metro experience. You can thrill to Cornball’s adventures after the jump…

Jubilation T. Cornball Takes The Bus
by Jubilation T. Cornball

Call it a lingering sense of environmental guilt, call it a desire to experience something akin to “city living,” or call it a result of the gas sign I look at outside my bedroom window — the one that threatens to soon have a 5 at the front of every pump price. Whatever the deciding factor may have been, on Thursday, June 5, I found myself donning a raincoat and taking a short stroll to the local bus stop for my first King County Metro bus ride in seven years of Seattle residence.

What took me so long? Urine and vomit, mostly. I’d ridden the bus every day when I lived in San Francisco and New York City, utterly without incident. But upon moving to Seattle and asking a friend about the quality of the city’s bus system, I got my first of many, many tales of drunks peeing and/or barfing on passengers, along with pitched gang wars, mumbling freaks, yammering mobile phone users…in short, Seattleites sent enough clear warnings about the bus that I avoided it for the better part of a decade. Also, not to be a complete twat, but I didn’t really need to worry about the economizing aspect, and I had a nice car I enjoyed driving. But that, friends, was about to change. I was about to get mass transit religion, Seattle style, and board that rolling vomitorium to judge the experience for myself.


My first task was to choose a route. I wanted fast, and no transfers. The best I could find was 20+ minutes (for a 7 minute-by-car trip) for the duration, but it was all on one bus that let me out only two blocks from work, to boot. Actually using the Trip Planner function to get this information sucks because the tool is not at all intuitive. Say you want to travel from 2345 North 50th Street to 800 Fourth Avenue, all within Seattle. The trip planner will give you about 25 alternative addresses, many of which are useless (“Did you mean 2345 Noodlestrasse in Stuttgart?”). Only by screwing around with abbreviations and such can you finally get the damn route for which you are searching. Once you manage that, though, the information is comprehensive: duration of ride, location of stops, cost, and the option to plan your return trip on the same route for later in the day.


After a three-block walk from my residence, I arrived at the bus stop. The schedule said the bus arrived at 9:12 am, so I arrived at 8:45 am. “God knows with these buses,” I thought to myself. The stop itself had a capacious roof canopy, but no walls and — terror for a weekend soccer warrior who was feeling his age — no seats. There was a route schedule tacked to a support beam, but it did not list times for my specific stop. I waited. And waited. And then, in a stunning exercise in punctuality the bus rounded the corner, bang on the nose of 9:12 am. Impressed beyond belief, I boarded in a sense of awe, deposited my six quarters into the fare box, greeted the driver (who, salutarily, greeted me in return) and chose a seat — just as in school, not too far forward, not too far back. The doors hissed shut, and my ride began.


The seat beside me was empty, so I put my case upon it. At the first stop, however, I noticed many people waiting so I lifted my case in the hope that one of the three hotties I saw would sit next to me. Alas, ‘twas not to be. Everyone chose seats other than the one next to me. In fact, I remained alone (was it the suit and tie? The stink of money?) all the way to Fremont where, god bless, a pretty young woman whose shoes matched her handbag sat beside me, where she would remain for much of the rest of the trip.

So far, no one had puked or urinated that I could tell. Someone was talking quietly on their mobile, and I could hear the tinny pulse of someone’s iPod headphones, but in the scheme of things, this was minor league stuff. I was enjoying my bus ride, but I cautioned myself that much more travel remained.


Much as in Wallingford, the Fremont to Lake Union leg of my journey was uneventful. Professional or nearly-professional looking people boarded and a few exited. At South Lake Union, though, things got decidedly more exciting when my eyes grew wide with amazement: a real live celebrity had boarded! And not just any celebrity — it was jettamatt, the guy with the HUGE cock. I’d always assuaged my anger at his ignoring my online approaches by the fact that his face pics were awful. But here, in real life, jettamatt actually looked pretty handsome. Now I hated him all the more. No one else on the bus knew what I knew — under those jeans lurked a cock the size of a tennis can. I checked out his feet and fingers to see if the Frizzelle Rule held true — well, he had pretty big feet. Jettamatt sat directly across from me, and I wondered just how long it would take him to find me amazingly attractive.


Our transit from Lake Union to Belltown passed unnoticed by me, wrapped up as I was in thoughts that only one seat away from me was jettamatt and his enormous schwanzstuecke. I was quickly jarred from this reverie, however, by the first onboarding of Belltown passengers. These folks were different from the previous riders — they had backpacks, they had an unkempt aspect. They had, oh lord, fragrance. One of them also had a mobile phone into which he was speaking very loud — no, not speaking…rapping. This fellow, named Mario (no one could have missed him announcing his name to his intended party), proceeded to hold a five minute conversation entirely in rap. I can say for the first time I have heard someone rhyme with Bergmann Luggage. I was so happy to have Career Girl next to me, and, I liked to think, she may have felt the same way. At any rate, neither of us had to sit next to the four gentlemen who had boarded in various states of inebriation and stinkitude.


It got worse. Career Girl left, and so did jettamatt. A mumbler got on and began an animated conversation with phantoms in the seat directly in front of me. Through Belltown, the upstanding demographics of the passengers plummeted from quiet, employed and clean to loud, destitute and peee-yew! I was ready for every bladder to open at any second, washing the entire bus interior in the righteously indignant urine of the downtrodden. Suddenly, only a couple blocks from my stop, Mario moved from the back of the bus to….the seat beside me. Mario, all 275 pounds of Mario, squeezed me against the wall and continued his rap (“Gotta see a doctor/ about my leg/ ain’t got no money/ may have to beg”…and on and on and on). The bus was getting really fucked up, really fast.


Luckily, I needed to experience the dual warming embraces of Mario’s morbid obesity and rhyming dysfunction for two or three minutes at the most. I exited the bus at my stop — one minute early — and took account of my ride.

While things had gotten dicey closer to downtown, the punctuality, the relative comfort and the lack of vomit and urine had made a favorable impression upon me. Not, to be certain, that urine or vomit could not have happened at any second — I can see how the horror stories I’ve heard could be all too real. The route upon which I live and work (#26), is convenient and well-served during work hours. And the price, of course, was right. Walking the remaining blocks to work in the fresh air, I decided that I could be a Seattle bus rider, after all, within reason. I just wonder if other pretentious upper-middle class people could make the same conclusion? Time (and the 5’s on those pump prices) will tell…

Faithfully submitted,


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I'd like to dedicate this to Mr. Poe.

Posted by Jubilation T. Cornball | June 10, 2008 10:04 AM

"Make that four hotnesses, the latest with gang-tattooed fingers."

Posted by Mr. Poe | June 10, 2008 10:06 AM

LOL -- true, I forgot to include that.

Posted by Jubilation T. Cornball | June 10, 2008 10:09 AM

Huh, turns out it's not true that just anyone can write for the Slog.

You lost me at "Call it a lingering sense..."


Posted by don't do this again | June 10, 2008 10:10 AM

how odd...I, too take the #26 but in an opposite commute (going north in the a.m. and south in the p.m.)

I've yet to encounter much hotness.

Hotmess, yes...Hotness, no.

Posted by michael strangeways | June 10, 2008 10:12 AM


Save the "don't do this again" for Chelsea Alvarez-Bell, dude. Jub's experience is a marvelous delight. Read it or save your beef for the simpleton intrusion.

Posted by Mr. Poe | June 10, 2008 10:12 AM

The free ride zone has gotta go....

Posted by You_Gotta_Be_Kidding_Me | June 10, 2008 10:12 AM

That was pretty funny. Classist beyond belief, but funny. Welcome aboard!

Posted by genevieve | June 10, 2008 10:12 AM

Other then the trip planner being so easy even stupid babies can figure it out, I'd say that was spot on.

Posted by Fiend | June 10, 2008 10:17 AM

Jube, I'm pretty sure anyone who tells these bus horror stories either rides through Belltown, lies to keep you off the bus and make their ride less crowded, or they are simply a hater for other less credible reasons. I've rode the bus basically twice everyday for almost two years and have yet to witness vomit or urine.

Belltown and the ID can be an unfortunate experience, but mostly because of crowding. Any psychoses-related run-ins I tend to just chalk up to a bit of cheap morning entertainment, but I'm pretty easy-going like that.

Posted by w7ngman | June 10, 2008 10:17 AM

Very entertaining, but I don't really dig this whole attitude to the bus as a crazy adventure requiring massive levels of preparedness (as exemplified by the PI piece). I've been riding the bus in Seattle for almost the same length of time that JTC has been not riding the bus, and have had very few remarkable incidents occur (although the most remarkable - involving no bodily fluids or danger to my person - did, I'm proud to say, make it into Last Days).

You live in a city. There are people of all sorts here. Sometimes you have to sit near them, but it will all work out.

Posted by Levislade | June 10, 2008 10:17 AM

I ignore you?

Posted by Jettamatt | June 10, 2008 10:19 AM

I really don't get why the bus has to suck so much.

They should probably make the fare 2 bucks, like a real city. And get rid of the free ride zone (except in the tunnel where it's kind of cool).

Posted by john | June 10, 2008 10:20 AM

Oh yeah, about the trip planner, you just have to know how to put the addresses in.

2345 North 50th Street: Wrong
2345 N 50th St: Corrent

800 Fourth Avenue: Wrong
800 4th Ave: Correct

You still get some choices, since they don't let you put in the city, but it's a lot clearer.

Posted by w7ngman | June 10, 2008 10:21 AM

I agree with @10 & @11...

I've been riding the bus daily for nearing two years now, and while I recognize some of the characters that JTC has identified (my ride takes me through Bell Town, and also through First Hill which can be even more interesting), elevating the experience of seeing the mentally ill of Seattle on the Bus does not make the experience intolerable.

Some of the writers at the Stranger seem to have the misguided notion that a good path to getting more transit in Seattle is to denigrate Metro and the bus service. I think this is a short sighted plan of attack.

Riding the bus is no more an adventure than walking in the city.

Posted by Timothy | June 10, 2008 10:24 AM

I enjoyed reading this, picturing Mr. Cornball in his Armani suit, clutching his Prada briefcase in his lap at first for safety and then to hide the raging hard-on he got when big cock guy boarded the bus.

And I agree with him about the trip planner, depending on the address you type in it acts like you are trying to go from Mars to Venus or something, it's always questioning me about the address I type in.

Posted by PopTart | June 10, 2008 10:25 AM

In Chicago people just ride the bus. There is no way that anybody would waste this many words "describing their experience" (complaining about the wait time doesn't take that long). It's not an experience, it's a way to get around.

Granted I've never ridden a Seattle bus, but, really, how bad could it be (the El line I ride has a separate in the cars that people pee and do drugs in all the time, and nobody uses that at a reason to not ride it for 7 years)? Since nothing actually happened to you, this was insanely long and boring. You rode the bus. Yay for you.

Posted by Julie | June 10, 2008 10:30 AM

Having been a Metro rider for the last seven years, I sometimes forget how odd and borderline-creepy a person's first Seattle bus experience can be. Your account reminded me of how many things (weird people rapping, fat people squeezing you against the window, etc.) I've numbed myself to over years of ridership. Well done!

Posted by Hernandez | June 10, 2008 10:37 AM

Is that PI article for real? "To get off the bus, just press the button -- or pull the bell cord -- before your stop"! Do people really not know that?

Posted by David | June 10, 2008 10:40 AM

You know, if someone wrote this in Vancouver BC or any "real" city, people would say "why are you writing about what everyone does?" ...


The 26 going south has people working downtown - the 26 going north has students and people working in Fremont and Wallingford (and some U Dist). That's why it's different each way.

Posted by Will in Seattle | June 10, 2008 10:40 AM

Fucking hilarious and spot on. Well done Cornball!

Posted by Jeff | June 10, 2008 10:41 AM


Just yesterday my wife described a lady who missed her stop because she stood at the back door of the bus and patiently waited for the driver to open it, the same as you would do in any other city.

People who have lived with a normal bus system have no idea what they are in for here, with Seattle's perverse system of sometimes paying when you get on, sometimes paying when you get off, having to (sometimes, depending) yell for the driver to open the back door, and sometimes riding free, sometimes not. Much like parking and driving in Seattle, they've created a clusterfuck of inconsistency.

Posted by elenchos | June 10, 2008 10:47 AM

please tell us about your first time on an airplane. scary?

Posted by cochise. | June 10, 2008 10:47 AM

My God. How elitist. Heaven forbid you actually have to be near those who, for one reason or another, don't benefit as much as you from our capitalism. Get over yourself.

I rode the 26 or 16 every day for 2 years and never had an encounter with urine or vomit. The occasional smell, yes. But the loud assholes on cell phones are much worse.

Posted by cmaceachen | June 10, 2008 11:00 AM

When you're on time for the bus, it will come a couple minutes early. The next bus you're waiting for will then inexplicably arrive 10 minutes late.

When looking at the schedule, ignore the fact that it's rush hour, the buses are still scheduled 25 fucking minutes apart. It may be packed every morning, but the schedule never improves. Also, buses drive on the roads filled with traffic so don't expect any reliability whatsoever.

Posted by left coast | June 10, 2008 11:00 AM

I try to avoid the 358 Aurora bus to downtown. Every time I ride it it seems that someone has shaken out the crazy tree and all of the inhabitants have decided that it would be a great day to ride the bus. The back of the bus is like a traveling crack house.

But the front is ok.

Posted by Sad Comment | June 10, 2008 11:00 AM

Jubilation T. Cornball, I'm a fan.

Posted by The General | June 10, 2008 11:01 AM

Oh my god, how hard is it to notice the door is not opening and ask the bus driver to open it for you? Or to get off at the next stop and walk a block or two?

Pay when you get on if you're not passing through the free ride zone or if your bus is going there; pay when you get off if your bus is going away from the free ride zone. If in doubt, get on in front and look at the sign.

The bus driver can't always open the back doors because people will try to get on there without paying, as most assuredly happens in other cities.

I've been riding the bus since I was ten. I've seen two or three peeing/vomiting incidents, once my bus was boarded by police and a guy was hauled off in handcuffs, and that's about it. You see much worse on public streets, assuming you ever set foot on public streets.

Posted by annie | June 10, 2008 11:01 AM

@23. Did you know that they give you these little baggies of pretzels! It's so cute!

Posted by Julie | June 10, 2008 11:03 AM

Hilarious piece. Thanks for sharing. Your Belltown bus experience is the same one I have every friggin' time I take the bus (70 and 11). These are the only routes to home and work and I avoid them if at all possible by catching a ride with my bf, walking, or cabbing. The last time I took the excrutiatingly slow 70, the front of the bus was full of urine-reeking homeless with large bags of garbage; the back full of stoned wanna-be gangbangers rolling giant spliffs (seriously) and insulting a passenger of Asian descent with racial epithets who, god forbid, coughed on the bus. In the middle of the bus huddled all those "normal" people just trying to get to work, wondering no doubt as I was, what I had done to deserve this.

Posted by rb | June 10, 2008 11:05 AM

I'd like to propose a challenge--a bus off if you will. Number 2 (Harborview) vs. Number 26 (your route.) First person to get stuck with a needle wins!

Posted by ty henderson | June 10, 2008 11:07 AM

Jubilation T. Cornball and A. Birch Steen ... Separated at birth?

Posted by Mahtli69 | June 10, 2008 11:07 AM

Scratch bus number 2 and insert bus number 3--wrong route :(

Posted by ty henderson | June 10, 2008 11:11 AM

Very nicely done. I'll just point out that it wasn't really 20+ but closer to 50 minutes, since you had to wait. I hate waiting.

Posted by Fnarf | June 10, 2008 11:13 AM

I think your report on the return commute will be much shorter: Three buses on my route have just gone by. Couldn't get on them because they are so full people are standing in the stairwell. Could've been at home an hour ago. Resolved to never ride bus again.

Posted by Jimmy Jackhammer | June 10, 2008 11:16 AM

@33 -- dizzy queen

@34 -- In Metro's defense, Fnarf, I only waited because I did not trust their schedule. They were bang on time.

Thanks for the nice words, folks -- I love everyone.

Posted by Jubilation T. Cornball | June 10, 2008 11:17 AM


How hard is it to follow the same basic system as the rest of the world? Everybody who comes here has to go through this "What the fuck, Seattle?" moment whenever they encounter yet another example of Seattle's retarded attempts to re-invent the wheel.

I have to include the inane Seattle traffic circle rule: turn right -- unless you feel like turning left. Whatever works for you. (!?!)

Traffic circles were invented 2,000 years ago by the Romans and every civilization on earth has one and only one rule for how they work: always turn right. Easy. Only in Seattle would they find a reason to make that simple rule into something conditional and endlessly, hopelessly negotiable.

Again, I must ask and ask and ask: Seattle, how hard is it to keep it simple?

Posted by elenchos | June 10, 2008 11:19 AM

Brave of you take the bus, JTC--but are you man enough to ride The Clown Car?

Posted by Cookie W. Monster | June 10, 2008 11:20 AM

Now this is guest slogging I can get behind.

Posted by giantladysquirrels | June 10, 2008 11:21 AM

@19: Last Friday was the first time my mom had ridden Metro in almost 40 years (and she was raised in Seattle). I took her on the 43 from 19th to downtown, and she really did ask a lot of the seemingly-stupid questions answered in the article, even after I gave her the crash course while waiting for the bus. However, my well-meaning efforts to educate my parents on the ease of mass transit will continue to fall on deaf ears, because Metro refuses to beef up routes in the suburbs. Her commute to work (Maple Valley to West Seattle by 6pm) is 45 minutes by car and probably all day by bus.

Posted by Jessica | June 10, 2008 11:23 AM

Sorry about that missing preposition @38. That's what I get for Slogging while riding a Metro bus that's about fall apart.

Oops ... I did it again! Fuck!

Posted by Cookie W. Monster | June 10, 2008 11:24 AM

#39, careful, JTC might take that literally.

Posted by w7ngman | June 10, 2008 11:28 AM
43 is one of the few really well done things about Metro.

Using a combo of GPS and radios on most of the Seattle Metro buses, it'll give you a quite accurate indication if your bus is on schedule. Cuts down on waiting time tremendously.

Super useful. Of course, the SLUT isn't on it.

Posted by Jonathan Golob | June 10, 2008 11:36 AM

Trip planner DOES suck, HORRIBLY! I think they've been using the same program since 1998. Luckily, Google transit isn't as bad, and sucks int he opposite ways. Between the two of them, you can almost get an accurate trip planned (though they still only give you three options, even though many, many more exist).

Posted by Expeditionist | June 10, 2008 11:41 AM

First off more information on the Jettamatt please, and really how much time do you need to spend on to recognize someone in there street clothes? I am just assuming this jettamatt was not wearing clothing based on the description of his willy you gave unless you are jettamatt on manhunt looking to promote your ad and if not I am sure he is going to read this and thank you for all the responses and then maybe the two of you can meet now. You have successfully mastered the art of hooking up on public transportation. Way to go.

Posted by Hunter | June 10, 2008 11:52 AM

Elenchos, when I lived in Boston, which more traffic circles, or "rotaries" as they call them, than the rest of the country put together, there was a survey in the newspaper of citizens, asking them who had the right-of-way, the car in the rotary or the car entering the rotary.

Exactly fifty percent chose each.

Seattle has no monopoly on stupid drivers.

Posted by Fnarf | June 10, 2008 11:59 AM

"Any other city"?? Maybe I'd've let that go if you hadn't put it in italics, but in (for inst.) the SF bay area you don't wait for the driver to open the back door, you push the handle to open it yourself....having previously alerted the driver, via pulling a cord or some such mechanism, which *is* common to buses everywhere I've taken one, that you wish him/her to bring the bus to a halt to facilitate your disembarking.

Posted by David | June 10, 2008 12:00 PM

@37, quit bitching and move back will all reasonable haste to the world-class city from which you came.

Posted by joykiller | June 10, 2008 12:02 PM

nice article poe.

Posted by j beezer | June 10, 2008 12:03 PM

@47 - are you done?

Posted by Will in Seattle | June 10, 2008 12:16 PM

You haven't lived unless you've ridden the #3 or #4 on a daily basis. They make all the great stops that attract the creme de la creme of bus patrons: the courthouse, jail, Harborview, drug/alcohol treatment, 23rd & Cherry AM/PM.

It's a one of a kind commuting experience. My personal fav was the 115 year old Laoatian woman who hauled her leaking bag of garbage onto the bus every morning. She had a real spark to her - barking in incomprehensible gibberish at anyone who failed to make room for her delightfully smelling refuse.

The memories come flooding back...

Posted by CDster | June 10, 2008 12:28 PM

Awesome breakdown Mr. Cornball. I agree with your analysis of the 26. But my big question is, will you ride again? Or was this a one-time deal?

Also here's a bit of trivia: It is quite possible there is no bench at your bus stop because it was a convenient place to enjoy a cool beer purchased from the local convenience store. It is also possible that the neighbors disliked such rowdy little get-togethers and had the city remove the bench.

Posted by squidoo | June 10, 2008 12:30 PM

The Trip Planner is retarded, thank you for bringing it up.

Posted by Todd | June 10, 2008 12:38 PM


Fnarf, I'm not complaining about Seattle drivers -- that's a whole other rant. Even if you wanted to know the rules and obey them in Seattle, you'd be left guessing. The traffic circle law says you are free to turn right or left, depending on what you think would be cool for you at the time. In Seattle, unlike the reast of the planet, is not illegal to turn immediately left and cut across the oncoming traffic lane, rather than turn right and go counterclockwise 3/4 of a circle if you want to go left. Who yields is similarly a coin toss.

This is directly connected to having to yell at your bus driver to get them to open the back door, rather than always opening it. Too many hippies here, who don't want to function systematically, especially when the situation calls for it.


If SF buses have a handle that lets you open the door yourself, the issue is moot.

Posted by elenchos | June 10, 2008 12:47 PM

@47. Same deal in Chicago. You pull the cord, bus stops, driver pushes a button to allow the back door to be pushed open, you push open the door and get out. There's even a sign explaining it on the door.

Posted by Julie | June 10, 2008 12:56 PM

@53 - Gee I've never had any problems with it.

Posted by Rosin | June 10, 2008 1:15 PM

No, because the issue was your weird notion that some kind of universal public transportation common practice obtains everywhere except Seattle.

Posted by David | June 10, 2008 1:16 PM

IT DOES David!

Everywhere you go, you pull the cord or push the strip, a bell goes ding, the driver stops, and you get off. Front or back. In some places, you push the back door open, which has no relevance. Do you yell at the driver to exit the back in Chicago or SF? No. Case closed.

Posted by elenchos | June 10, 2008 1:26 PM

Elenchos, you're right -- that is the way the rule works, and it is in fact stupid as hell. My stress-related exfoliation regimen includes daily shouting and finger-waving at dumbasses who go clockwise around circles. You blame the rules, I blame the drivers.

You should also see the parade of nincompoops on 46th in Wallingford, who believe that because they are trying to park their SUV in order to go to Musashi's, they are entitled to drive at 3 MPH, stop dead in traffic, make u-turns in the middle of the block, reverse down the entire length of the block and around the traffic circle and around the corner, drive on the wrong side of the street, spend fifteen minutes attempting to get into a space that's shorter than their vehicle, stop their car and get out to talk to other drivers or pedestrians, signal left and turn right, stop while in the traffic circle for minutes at a time, park in driveways, and do all of this at a speed a slow loris would laugh at. Every day I do this. There is no more baffling block in the city.

I'm sorry, what were we talking about? Buses?

Posted by Fnarf | June 10, 2008 1:33 PM

the Frizzelle rule?

Posted by Non | June 10, 2008 1:44 PM

LOL JettaMatt vids and pictures. Why on earth do people use the same usernames across different websites. (aka make themselves google-able)

Posted by Non | June 10, 2008 1:47 PM

As I read that I was picturing JBT as Niles Crane from the 1st season of the show Frasier.

Posted by pragmatic | June 10, 2008 2:02 PM

Wrong again, Elenchos. In some cities (e.g., SF, Portland) you're not supposed to exit through the front door (except seniors/disabled). OMG NATIONWIDE CLUSTERFUCK OF INCONSISTENCY! Case reopened!!

I don't have to yell at the driver to exit the back door in Seattle either, unless they didn't notice I was there (say, I had pulled the cord, but there were others exiting through the front and the driver assumed they had pulled the cord). Was what your wife witnessed standard Metro policy/practice, or did they just not notice the woman?

Posted by David | June 10, 2008 2:50 PM

The other thing about Seattle is that you sometimes get on the front and exit the back, and sometimes it's reversed. It depends on whether you got on inside or outside the ride free zone. All bus riders must study and memorize a map of the ride free zone, or risk confusion every time they ride. It's a whole other set of special cases you have to keep track of in Seattle but no where else.

David, people new to Seattle have a terrible time figuring out these buses. I have heard it again and again. I've never heard a new visitor to Boston or Chicago or SF mention that the bus rules were confusing.

Posted by elenchos | June 10, 2008 3:02 PM

I rode the MTA in New York and Boston for years, and it is worse here. Seattle cannot even print a fucking map that makes any sense. NY has one map for the subway, trains and bus.

Also, there are some beautiful women on the 16.

Posted by left coast | June 10, 2008 3:22 PM

Keep the comments coming about how hard Metro is to use. It makes me feel like a supergenius for having mastered it so uneventfully.

Posted by David | June 10, 2008 3:30 PM


Posted by Micah | June 10, 2008 3:32 PM


Not only that, but if you don't like the kissing pink fighter jet sculpture in the Capitol Hill station then you're a big fat dummy.

Emperor's new clothes, my friend. A bad system is a bad system and it ain't going to fly blaming the users.

Posted by elenchos | June 10, 2008 3:42 PM

Congratulations on taking your baby steps, JTC.

Posted by homage to me | June 10, 2008 5:31 PM

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