So next on my agenda was to walk over to the Silver Line. Something made me believe it was a subway, but no, it’s the bus. We planned to take it to the Courthouse and then walk to the Boston Tea Party Ships & Museum. So we get to the bus stop. I am digging around for my Charlie Card. I can’t find it anywhere. The bus arrives and all I have is a $20. The driver says we won’t get change back. So I walked off the bus. I think the encounter back at the curb-side check-in rattled my brain. I was frustrated. So I told my husband I want this trip to start on a good note and so far, nothing is going right. We decided to skip the ship & museum and just get on the ship. There is a certain comfort for me once I get on the ship. I’ve made it. We’re here. Time to be happy!
So we walk back over to the terminal and ask where an elevator is because we have a stroller. Meanie Weanie comes over and barks at us that “they aren’t even boarding yet” and to hold my horses. The cop I was originally speaking with pointed us in the direction of the elevators. We were on the ship in under 10 minutes. So much for “not boarding yet.” So we finally boarded the ship and, of course, headed to the Windjammer. This would become a second home for us this week.
So we walk back over to the terminal and ask where an elevator is because we have a stroller. Meanie Weanie comes over and barks at us that “they aren’t even boarding yet” and to hold my horses. The cop I was originally speaking with pointed us in the direction of the elevators. We were on the ship in under 10 minutes. So much for “not boarding yet.” So we finally boarded the ship and, of course, headed to the Windjammer. This would become a second home for us this week.
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