Interior, Cleveland Regional Transit Authority bus.
The work environment is Tyrannosaurus-eat-King Kong atrocious, bien sûr, but when public transportation, unlike commercial, is as comforting as taking the waters, misery's thirst is easily quenched.
"Flying used to have ... well, class," says DeYoung. "It used to be exciting. "Now it's just like riding the bus. You get where you need to go. That's what it comes down to."You dare proffer that screaming infants & parental counter-screams, suits bloviating into their cellphones, mall-bound teenagers nearly drowning out albums on eleven & the omnipresent stench of stale sweat occasionally peppered with the faintest whiff of urine don't represent class? And your band sucked, too.