To further my Greyhound story.
It was an emergency trip, we had planned a ride out to Tampa and my motorcycle gave up the ghost weeks before the trip, so I said everybody go I'll meet you there.
Buying the ticket, no problem. What they neglected to tell me is that, while the Canadian side was fine, in the States there was some job action going on, so driving through pickets and scab drivers who didn't know their way around was how my trip went.
I remember a stop in Kentucky, I'm starving, hit a diner, order up, go to pay and they look at my Canadian money like I'm an alien.
I was so used to Buffalo and such that I forgot that far south we aren't really neighbours lol.
I had to get it exchanged, fuckers wouldn't bend.