Greyhound Bus Lines

Need to invest in New Buses! Put money into them Bus stations! We pay to ride so I’m sure we all want to ride comfortable and be in a clean environment! But thank God I made it Safe Go Greyhound.

Dear OKC greyhound. Thank you. Thank you for proving to me ALL OF THE REASONS WHY I HAD PREVIOUSLY VOWED NEVER TO TRAVEL BY BUS. You rude assholes. My partner is traveling today/​tonight as I write this review. And she has now been stuck in OKC since 7/​8pm yesterday. Yes I said yesterday. 6−8−15. She was due to depart for Memphis at 12:05, then there was then eat delay. The driver… Was asleep for a few hours and would depart at 2am. God forbid he was there to drive his paycheck on time. And now. Now the word is that said driver has QUIT. Yes, quit his job knowing there are twenty people who are tired hungry and want to get to their destination. On time. So now thank god for who ever is in Dallas. tx is getting up and dressed and coming to pick the OKC group up. This is my partners First time traveling by bus in her own. She is 21 years old and you’re employees, bus drivers included are awful. Obviously. So not only are you late at every turn you then think it’s ok to be rude. How is it that you have jobs? She asks a question and you’re rude. Since when is every bus rider an expert on how things work? You work there, you’re supposed to be our experts, our guides, not some douche that doesn’t care if you make it. Your job is to provide us with a great travel experience and you fall so flat. I hope you now know you’re 60 – 150 $ tickets. Are worth 1 $.

Do NOT take the greyhound. The drivers are worthless and absolutely rude. After driving for two hours they believe they need a 30 min break when they’re already HOURS late! The drivers treated us like crap and were beyond rude. Two people needed off the bus and the driver was about to leave them in the middle of the highway. Yes, you read that right, HIGHWAY! They don’t care if you’re safe as long as they get their money. Pigs! I will never take the greyhound again!!!

Let’s keep this 1 star train rolling. I’ve been on this bus line more times than I’d like to admit. Being without a car, it’s a cheap and ‘easy’ way for me to get from OKC to Dewey or beyond.
My first experience was going from OKC to Knoxville, TN (As if that’s not awful enough). The trip TO the first stop was… so-​so? Before I even got on the bus they looked at my ticket and said it was for the wrong time. WHAT? Does time work differently in a Greyhound station? Then they looked over it again and realized their mistake. I was about to sob. This wasn’t a trip. I was going to LIVE there. So whoah, man.
The people who take buses are sure… somethin’. I was terrified the entire time. Shady people with some really, really weird carry-​ons.
On my way back from TN months later, my boyfriend was coming to meet me halfway so when we met up all happily and went to board our bus back home, he was told that we were going to be put on two separate buses. kfhkbgviwqaeuptrfgpoq –I made that noise. I know I did. Our tickets were EXACTLY the same. So I started crying pretty hardcore, so they hurried us onto the bus to avoid a scene I guess. How lovely!

Don’t do it.
Don’t.
Seriously.
You’re better off hitchhiking to your destination than using Greyhound; it will be cheaper, and statistically you’re less likely to die a gruesome death. You can tell a lot about a company based on their refund policies. In the case of Greyhound, the refund policy is practically nonexistent. Why? Because they know you’re going to be unhappy. They know you’ll want your money back. And they don’t want to give you your money back. And now you can buy your tickets at 7 – 11 of all places. Classy.
I am not making this up. I had a Neo-​Nazi (the tattoos gave it away) who was sitting behind me, threaten to stab me. In the neck. Because the seat I was sitting in was too close to her. You can’t make this stuff up. She spent almost half the ride punching the back of my seat. There are plenty more insane stories about my frustrating ordeals with the cave dwellers who use Greyhound.
I would love to start a group for Greyhound survivors. One day, I’m going to try and share the traumatic stories with my grandchildren. But when I try to tell them, I’ll end up staring off into space with a vacuous look in my eyes while I whisper quietly, «No… Never again…» Then a single tear (from my right eye) will slide down my wrinkled, yet still good looking face as my grandchildren look on with concern. Then my grandchildren will go to my wife and ask, «What happened to grandpa?» My wife will respond with, «Oh sweetie, he is just really upset right now, because while all his rich friends were getting around everywhere in cars because they could afford to buy this expensive fuel known as ‘gasoline’, he had to take a Greyhound bus, and some people tried to kill him once, or twice; or maybe it was three times, it seemed to happen to him a lot when he got on a Greyhound bus.»
Wow… That’s an impressive tangent even for me. Apparently, my future wife speaks in run-​on sentences.

Bring your own hand soap, toilet paper, and towel if you’re going to be at this bus station! When I stayed for hours there waiting for the bus last August, the bathrooms didn’t have any of those things. It’s hard to find an outlet to charge your cellphone, but you can charge it in the bathroom.