Taking the Bus in New Orleans.

The No. 9 bus was running late today. It was on Monday, too, the last time I took it, but I caught it at the right time. The route is missing two busses. Word on the bus is that RTA is going to hell in a pirogue.

I waited a half hour instead of fifteen minutes to catch the No. 9 bus today. Nobody was counting. Time is fungible in New Orleans. If your boss asks why you are late to work, tell him you took the streetcar. All is forgiven.