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Don't ride the Lucky Streak to Atlantic City. Apparently they don't care when you get there (our bus was late) or if you get there (we weren't allowed on the bus because supposedly there were not enough seats) then they lie to you and tell you another bus is coming in...Read more
I;Never Ever Will Travel With Greyhound Again
I should have listen to my gut and traveled with Amtrak. I was taking my daughter from Richmond, VA to South Carolina to visit her great grandmother for the summer. The bus departure was 1:30am, we arrived 12:30am. The line was extremely long at the gate. The bus left early at 1:00am and the line was still long. They had overbooked. We were told that they would have to call drivers at home to come to work. They were all rude and unapologetic. We finally got on the 2nd bus 2 hrs. late. Needless to say, I miss my transfer in Charlotte, and had to wait over 4 hrs., same thing occurred while returning home. All they want is your money but don't want to deliver good service.
A little over a week ago I took a bus trip from California to Texas for a family gathering. I typically prefer to fly, but when rates are a bit high I'm generally not above driving myself or taking public transportation. This may have been a mistake this time around. I...Read more
On July 28th my fiance and I took a greyhound bus from Colorado Springs Co. to Branson Mo. when we got to Denver Co. they told us the bus we were suppose to take was over croweded so we would have to wait for the ohter bus which would be there in 20 min. well 20 min....Read more
Greyhound. The worst way to travel.Talk about low class people.Too many bums and transients that smell like they havent showered in days.I will hitchhike before I ever ride the greyhound again.The drivers have attitudes.Personally,I hope they go bankrupt and shut...Read more
My boyfriend and I live 8 hours apart and traveling expenses are high, especially in this economy. Neither of us have used Greyhound, or any bus for that matter, before. Since the tickets were cheap and it would come to where I'm at we chose to use it. We knew they...Read more
Greyhound in Leesburg, Florida - Caveman Transportation
This is the worst American Company I have ever delt with. My sister had a 2:55PM ticket to WPB Fl. We arrived at 2:20 PM and were told the bus is running 1 hr.late. We went out for coffee and called the office at 3:17 and were told the bus is still 1 hr. late. We came back at 3:30 PM and sat on the lot until 4:00 PM. At that time we went in the office and was told the bus left at 3:25 and we had to pay another $15 for another ticket. This company SUCKS !!! and I hope it goes under real soon. Ron
So why is it that if their consumers have problems you cannot contact them through customer service on Saturday & Sunday. To the logical it would seem that most of greyhounds customers probably travel on or around a weekend, you would think that a company who actually...Read more
My family and I travel by greyhound every year to visit each other in other provinces but my recent experience with greyhound was despicable! My sister, brother-in-law and niece were returning to Saskatchewan that day, and I had paid for their trip with my credit card,...Read more
Greyhound Discriminates Against The Autistic
I've ridden Greyhound now twice, from Illinois to my Lyme doctor in Columbia, Missouri. I made an adventure of it the first time, despite the puke, the high guy being put off mid route, the prisoners, and having to sit in the aisle for two hours with a softly crying cancer patient; they'd oversold, neither of us had seats, and he was in pain. My trip out this time was flawless, but I've got time to write this because I'm stranded in St. Louis, and it's one of those days where I'm really tired of the discrimination that gets directed at the autistic. We boarded in Columbia, me and a dozen prisoners who'd just been paroled. They and the corrections officers were milling around, everybody smoking and waiting. They have a prison uniform - an odd sort of tan pants, very sturdy, and white t-shirts. This would be my fourth Greyhound ride and every single time a good quarter of the passengers have been of this type. I've taken to chatting them up - every other one seems to need to phone home to let them know they're coming and I don't mind sharing my unlimited plan. This trip I met Antonio, a young black man who's home is St. Louis. We talked a bit before hand, him ready to get home and get on with the business of finding a job, me just ready to be home. I immersed myself in a good book and scarcely noticed the three hour run. As we were pulling up the driver announced my next bus and I could swear I heard a 1:20 departure time. I went inside and made my way to the end of the ten bay concourse where the cullinary delight of the Arch City Deli awaited. It's good for most - a combined KFC/Pizza Hut, but that doesn't fly for me since I have the gluten intolerance common to autistic adults. Luckily there are very good chef's salads available as well. Antonio found me and shyly asked if he could use my phone to call his mother. I agreed and he went back and forth between my seat and the deli area, making a couple of calls while collecting something to eat of his own. 1:10 came around and I joined the line for gate 8 - the place the inbound driver had announced as our departure point. I got to the very front of the line, handed my bag to the porter, and he said "This one goes to Effingham. Your bus is already gone." My bus had departed at 1:00 - my bad for not double checking the ticket, but what happened next is a grevious display of poor character on the part of the Greyhound employees here. I knew there was an Amtrak stop in Effingham - I'd take a different route but end up at home at the same time. I scooted down the concourse to see if I could get my ticket changed in time. Bea at the counter had someone else and wasn't even willing to talk to me until she'd finished processing that passenger. Keep in mind there were fewer than ten people behind me, so that bus was about to go. I was on the phone with Spedwybabs, who confirmed that the Illini did indeed stop in Effingham on its evening run north to Chicago. Bea finally had a moment for me and said "Just go and get on." I raced down the concourse, presented my ticket to the driver, and she told me I had to have the actual destination on my ticket. One more time I go running back down the concourse in order to get the change made. Bea scribbled Effingham on the ticket and I went running back down the concourse. The bus had already boarded, so I tapped on the door, and handed the driver my ticket. Nope, not sufficient - "Someone is going to need to initial this." Back down the concourse I go, and this time Bea had five people in line. I raised my voice a bit to attrack her attention, asking who could initial my ticket. "You do NOT need to be so rude. Someone will meet you at the gate." Starting to get the sense that this is some sort of game? I was, and the offensive antics continued. I ran down the concourse again and the driver was waiting, this time with a fellow named Kenny in a yellow vest. Kenny initialed the ticket, and then the driver spent two minutes basically yelling at me. Then she stopped and looked intently at my face. Let's keep in mind I'm an autistic adult - just a mild case of Asperger's, but my ability to make eye contact is sketchy when I'm calm, and when I've been running and someone has just spent time yelling at me? I asked in what I thought was a polite fashion if we were going to go now. She said "You're not going on my bus." And that was that. So, to review, chronically ill adult returning from specialist visit, honest mistake on bus boarding largely due to helping someone else, not at all neurotypical which means I can be taken for being drugged or mentally ill. I've been jerked around by the gate agent in cooperation with the driver, yelled at by the driver while the station manager looked on, and then stuck here, with the apparent cause being the fact that my reaction to being harrassed and yelled at is visibly different from neurotypical folk. That is straight up discrimination by Greyhound. I'm used to discrimination as an autistic adult - I'm different, I know I'm different, and I have the career, employment, and relationships dictated by this. I've mostly isolated myself from this sort of conduct, but this is a situation I simply could not avoid. Yes, I called their customer service line. The best they could offer was the 6:20 bus going to same direction, but the same gamey gate agent is still sitting out there, waiting to mishandling my transportation needs again. How do I get home?
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