Paratransit hell day. One of the vehicle providers went belly up left the district 3 transit vans short. They crammed us full all day with some seriously screwy routing. The last run drove me up the wall, van load of 6 low functioning adults. Simultaneously each person was talking to the rest of the group with no one cognizant of the others line of thought. It was a freaking moble insane asylum.
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