Here's a 1954 Greyhound ad featuring a really nice painting of a terrified woman making an escape from some wintry hell, by the skin of her teeth. The gritted teeth are a parody of a real smile. She's looking out the corner of her mouth, hoping not to be recognized. Her back is straight as a broom handle. The ad says "relax", but she's clearly scared to death... of what? Let's investigate.
This reminds me of the Twilight Zone episode, "It's a Good Life" that featured Billy Mumy as a spoiled boy with god-like powers that held an entire town in a grip of terror. He turned his dad into a jack-in-the-box. This sled-pulling boy must be similarly terrifying. How did this lady manage to get on a bus and make her escape? Barely. That's how. "Hey lady! Dont'cha wanna go sledding with me and my new brother, Lil' Beef? After that, we're gonna have a cookout, ha ha!"
See the wonderful amenities Greyhound provides for the passenger escaping a nightmare scenario...
1. Wall-mounted vomit duct, for when the offal piles up a little too high and your stomach lurches.
2. Bulletproof, zombie-resistant Pana-View windows give you a clear view of the carnage.
3. Never-Flex seats favor the posture of rigid horror. You can slouch when you're dead.
4. Patented armrests are extra-pliant for easy nail-digging.
5. Some kind of bagel-based suspension.
I'm definitely booking Greyhound for my next apocalypse.