H and I took the Chinatown Fung Wah bus from Boston to NYC for the weekend. Fifteen bucks ($15!) and the bus didn’t explode. So, I guess the trip was a success.
Call me out of touch, but I was surprised that everyone on the bus …everyone was on their cell phone the whole entire time.
“Hi, I’m on the bus.”
“Can you hear me, I’m on the bus – yeah, the Chinatown bus.”
I am not distracted by someone talking on their cell phone in Chinese. But if someone is speaking English- even if it’s an asinine conversation, I am riveted.
“Yeah, I’m on the bus… the bus. Yes. The Fung Wah bus.”
Translated, Fung Wah, means Magnificent Wind. And while the ride wasn’t exactly magnificent, it didn’t blow, either.