Megabus: You've redeemed thyself
You've redeemed thyself, megabus.
When your wifi didn't connect, and your outlets didn't charge, we all called foul. When a bus emblazoned in silver with a name like "Simple Magic NY" pulled up instead of the reassuringly-colored navy blue and yellow vehicle I've come to love, that was strike two.
And when you strayed from your prescribed route and took the lives of four passengers on your glorious upper deck, I promised it was over. For good. Four-hour service is one thing. Near-decapitation is another. You tiptoed dangerously close to the reputation of certain unnamed buses that depart from Chinatown.
But I believe in redemption.
Especially because you've shown the crash near Syracuse was an anomaly in an otherwise safe bus service. The pink-faced man (and your statistics) tell me so.
Thank you, Megabus, for restoring the faith. I can't believe I was considering leaving you for Bolt.