could have flown to Paris

After another wretched day of working for pretty much no pay (unless you count $29.70 as fair compensation),  I am happy to be leaving for Cape Cod.

Last summer my round trip ticket from JFK airport to Hyannis was $121.70 .

When I came last month, I paid $144.68.

When I try to purchase tickets for this trip, one-way to Hyannis is $185; I take two busses instead ($26 total).

I awake to dark skies at 5:30.  Am in a Via by 6:10.  And at the Bolt bus stop at 38th and First by 6:20. The bus leaves at seven.

A line has already started to form, but I desperately need my morning coffee. I remember a deli nearby.

The sign on the door says it opens at 6:30. 

So I wait. And wait.

And watch the bus line grow longer. And longer.

Four hours to Boston and no coffee would be awful. 

But then I spot a little mobile food cart.

I get my cup of java just as the Bolt bus pulls in.

Despite the bus being near-full, I am successful in looking unfriendly enough to dissuade anyone from sitting with me. It's a fast, freezing trip to Boston's South Station. We arrive, as planned, by 11:15.

I have an hour's wait for the bus to the Cape. But then it's a short 70-minute ride.

I left my home at six. 

Arrived in Falmouth by two.

Eight hours. Same as a flight to Paris.

Except had I gone there, I wouldn't be having dinner with my mom here.