bus station
I went to college in western Ohio but was raised in Pennsylvania; about 300 miles away. For Thanksgiving, I decided to go home by bus. Late November can be cold and it was with snowing. As the bus traveled east, the snow became heavier and heavier. We had a scheduled stop in Columbus at the Greyhound station. The bus stopped and the announcement said we would be staying in Columbus until the snow lessened. I went to the snack bar and was pleased to find beer was available. I ordered a pint and...