{"id":14,"date":"2013-07-15T22:26:40","date_gmt":"2013-07-15T22:26:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fatsquirrel.org\/bologs\/vng\/bus-to-hell\/"},"modified":"2013-07-15T22:26:40","modified_gmt":"2013-07-15T22:26:40","slug":"bus-to-hell","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/fatsquirrel.org\/oldfartsalmanac\/bus-to-hell\/","title":{"rendered":"Bus to HELL!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>We&#8217;ve had &#8220;excessive heat warnings&#8221; here for a week or two, but the temperature just keeps creeping up. Today it went over 100F and so I made sure I never left the air-conditioned world without just cause. &#8220;Just cause&#8221; in this case involves the journey from my house to the bus stop (4 minutes); the walk from the bus stop in center city to my office building (45 seconds); the walk from my office to the home-time bus stop (4 minutes); the walk from the final bus stop to my house (12 minutes). All of these times are tiny and therefore completely dealablewith. But today the bus journey home wasn&#8217;t the simple quotidian air-conditioned ride home, oh no. Today something was wrong. The bus was packed to capacity, and that includes around 30 people standing, packed together, including me. I was carrying a shoulderbag, a 5L wine-box, and enough sweat to drown several children. The people around me on the bus weren&#8217;t happy about me holding my arms up to grasp the parallel bars on either side of the bus but they were sitting down, the lucky bastards, so I was unconcerned about the gallons of sweat which were pouring off me. They wanted their seats more than they were disgusted about drops of sweat from a stranger.<br \/>\nThe A\/C on Septa buses is pretty awesome (in the literal use of that word) but on a day like today, with a lawbreaking number of passengers stuffed into the ridiculously small vehicle, it couldn&#8217;t keep up. After a a few miles it became apparent that even the youngest, fittest, healthiest passengers were suffering with sweat rivers. It was, without doubt, the hottest and most humid place I&#8217;ve ever been, and that includes the London Underground during a heat wave.<br \/>\nWe got as far as Roxborough and finally the crowd had started to dissipate.  A young lady, formally from the sweatbox at the front of the bus, decided to occupy a recently vacated seat at the back of the bus where we were all concentrating on not passing out. &#8220;Oh it&#8217;s even hotter here isn&#8217;t it&#8221; she observed. &#8220;Can we open that air vent thing?&#8221;.<br \/>\nA young boy opposite me (he was probably in his late 20&#8217;s but that&#8217;s my judgement these days) forced it open and in an instant the back of the bus was bathed in beautiful, sweat-evaporating cool air from the outside world. There was a mutual sigh of pleasure from all passengers at the back of the bus and for the first time in half an hour I stopped worrying about collapsing. A minute or two later and I was feeling human again. &#8220;I think, we&#8217;re going to make it!&#8221; I said after a minute of wallowing in the cool fresh air.<br \/>\nAfter alighting the bus into the cool fresh air, I felt free again; the outside temperature was around 95F &#8211; so whatever was going on inside the bus was clearly the work of something astonishingly evil.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We&#8217;ve had &#8220;excessive heat warnings&#8221; here for a week or two, but the temperature just keeps creeping up. Today it went over 100F and so I made sure I never left the air-conditioned world without just cause. &#8220;Just cause&#8221; in this case involves the journey from my house to the bus stop (4 minutes); the [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-14","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/fatsquirrel.org\/oldfartsalmanac\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/fatsquirrel.org\/oldfartsalmanac\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/fatsquirrel.org\/oldfartsalmanac\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fatsquirrel.org\/oldfartsalmanac\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fatsquirrel.org\/oldfartsalmanac\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=14"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/fatsquirrel.org\/oldfartsalmanac\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/fatsquirrel.org\/oldfartsalmanac\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fatsquirrel.org\/oldfartsalmanac\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/fatsquirrel.org\/oldfartsalmanac\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}