Jan 2, 2015

All I Can See is IKEA

I don't get on buses by myself. Only the subway has stops that are clearly marked. Maybe.

But today I took a bus to Red Hook to go to my friend's dance rehearsal. I was resistant because I sometimes I miss my stop, and sometimes I miss the bus altogether. But I went anyway to overcome these anxieties. She texted me directions—so many directions, so many options. I could either take the IKEA shuttle, which would overshoot my destination by a couple blocks, or the B61, which winds around Red Hook making all the stops en route to IKEA. I ended up boarding the B61 and tracked its progress on my phone, sure that I'd get off close to where I needed to go. And then suddenly, everyone was disembarking and I saw the unmistakable blue and yellow edifice of IKEA. If only Brooklyn's streets were half as well marked as that.

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