Five hours after it was supposed to arrive, a group of commuters stranded at a Capitol Hill bus stop decided to try their luck summoning the next bus by holding a séance under the full supermoon.
“We welcome any good public transit spirits who are near us to join our circle. Please make your presence known,” said commuter Calley Hamilton as she held hands with other commuters still waiting to get home after work. “We are reaching out to Route 8. Please join us at our bus stop tonight when you’re ready. We bring offerings of orca cards that automatically reload when low on funds and people who always thank the bus driver when they exit.”
As their makeshift séance table of discarded Amazon boxes began to levitate, other commuters joined in to help summon the next bus.
“We pray for protection from ghost buses that would harm us with false hope for yet another hour as we continue to stand out here like fucking idiots,” said Stanley Morehouse. “Bring only our beloved and dearly departed next bus from whatever dimension they seem to have disappeared to. My family had pizza tonight and if I don’t get home soon I fear not a single piece of will be left. Please help us get home and we’ll help you do the same.”
In a surreal moment for all, Route 8 then suddenly appeared out of nowhere and opened its doors to the commuters who quickly boarded. At press time, The Needling was not able to confirm if any of them had ever been seen again.
