San Diego: Day Eight

On Thursday we took the train up to Carlsbad. It was a beautiful train ride, really quick and the tracks ran right along by the ocean. But of course there had to be another strange public transit event. This time it was a young couple who decided it was just a brilliant idea to not buy tickets for the train. The conductor came around checking tickets and when he got to the guy, he said "my girlfriend has the tickets but she's in the bathroom". So the conductor said go ask her for them. He went and knocked on the bathroom door and she yelled "I'm on the toilet!" ( she obviously has no pride nor does she care who hears her ). The conductor was definitely a no-nonsense kind of guy, so he said "you don't have tickets, you're getting off at the next stop". The girl was determined to push her luck and stayed locked in the bathroom right up until the train stopped at the next station. The boyfriend had already said see ya and was off the train. The girl started yelling "DYLAN! DYLAN WAIT FOR ME!!!" then to the conductor "you're so fucking rude! what's your name? I said what is your name?!!! This is bullshit!" I love how she has to make a huge scene and I love how she calls the conductor rude. Um, the last time I checked you were the one who didn't pay for your ticket? It was quite entertaining. Once we got to Carlsbad we walked to the Carlsbad Premium Outlet and shopped for a bit. We wanted to go the the Carlsbad Village and look around, go to the beach, and eat dinner in Carlsbad but unfortunately had a bit of a transit issue. The last train left at 5:40 so we realized we would have to take the bus. We had not planned this out and had no idea what bus would get us all the way back to Old Town. We went to the visitor center and asked them, and the lady was nice enough to print out some bus schedules for us. We followed her directions but the 50 minute train ride turned out to be a 3 hour trip on the bus. 3 stinkin' hours, I tell you! And by the way, I had woken up that morning with a killer sore throat and cramps that felt more like contractions. So throw a three hour bus ride into the mix, no I was not thrilled. And there were some pretty creepy guys on the bus. Maybe I'm just paranoid but I'm convinced they are all either murderers or rapists or pedophiles or all of the above. But once again, we made it home. Thank goodness.