Take a Greyhound, It's a dog gone easy way to get you down

Hey Katrina, I was reminiscing about our 30 HOUR bus ride from Orlando to Nauvoo. Just a little note to jog your memory:

Boarding the bus at dawn’s early light in Orlando was a little bit nerve-racking, but the bus station was fairly empty so we were at least able to get seats next to each other. I think we were both so scared about sitting next to someone who hadn’t bathed since last year that we sat together even though there was room to spread out a little. Knowing that we wouldn’t be able to fend off any bandits, we also opted to keep our backpacks at our feet rather than overhead. Our other luggage stayed under the bus. We were off to Nauvoo to help Uncle Peter in the restaurant for the summer.
Remember the signs warning us to not drink or eat on the bus? We had plenty of snickity-snacks to curb our hunger but tried to eat them sneakily the entire time to avoid the supposed wrath of the bus driver. And let’s not forget about stopping at other bus stations. Terrifying. I am not sure if the one in Atlanta or St. Louis was worse. Atlanta was so hot and crowded. We made it back on the bus in time to pick a seat near the front (to avoid the bathroom smell at the back) but then that couple sat behind us that probably hadn’t bathed since, well, I don’t even want to guess. Far too long ago. Just keep your arm down, buddy! And no, I don’t want to make small talk with you. Quick, Katrina, pretend to be asleep! And by the time we got to St. Louis, I was scared we would miss the announcement to return to the bus…Katrina, did you hear them call our bus route?....Did you hear it this time?
Trying to sleep at night was kind of hopeless. Not only were two chairs too short for a bed, but we would wake up every time the bus stopped. Finally, we arrived! Shower, shower, shower. Can’t get enough soap. Anybody got a pumice stone?

I look forward to your version!