After about 4 hours of sitting my body felt distorted to fit the Greyhound seat I was in. I remember thinking something like "Well, this is what sitting is right now, and you're going to be sitting for another 24 hours."
I felt myself sinking deeper into my seat with every passing mile as the big bus barrelled on.
I didn't see the bus driver checking off any kind of manifest to keep track of passengers getting on and off at these stops. Maybe she was doing a mental head count or something.
I should’ve added perhaps the most important bathroom detail here: there was neither soap nor running water in the bathroom. Only hand sanitizer. You would think that if they’re going to have one dispenser, they’d have liquid soap. But no. So we've got our 3rd big difference from the airplane experience.
After 7 hours On The Bus, I was settled in to what had been a decent ride thus far, with a good seatmate on a bus right on schedule.
Then I hit Nashville.