If you missed the bus
[UPDATE: BE SURE NOT TO MISS THE MARCH 5th POST UNDERNEATH THIS ONE!]
This is for you, my readers: (See explanation of strategic change on my blog at the end)
Riding the bus can be most fun when you and your friends miss the bus. So, I'm going to post here about how to miss the bus:
First and foremost: the original 'bus missers'
1. You inevitably miss the bus when you don't look at the schedule. For the schedule in your city, see these sites: bart LA metro DC metro marta
2. Also, you inevitably miss the bus when you're late. So, get a watch, perhaps a solar wrist watch.
3. My bus missing story: I take a few extra minutes at the Open Door Community to clean up and say my goodbyes to friends; walking out front, I see the bus fly by. I can't run and make this one; so, I think I'll wait 15-30 minutes at the most.
But, I chill in the shade of the small dogwood tree at Barnett and Ponce de Leon. For 50 minutes.
I'm sweaty and mad when I call work to say I won't show up until after lunch. Then I wait more. And its hot in Atlanta. And I'm fully clothed in the garb that my friend Eduard called the Republican party representation... pleated khakis and a long-sleeve collared shirt.
Now I live in LA, where its as hot or hotter. But I walk to work every day. So there's no driver to get mad at without ever adressing that person (cause they can only control their bus in the short term). The air conditioning nearly freezes me for the bus ride (the bus did show up, finally) and at work - showing up wet is a guarantee for sitting cold all day.
4. Have you missed the bus before? Post here your story. Or post your friends' story about busses - maybe missing the bus.
My goal over the next little while is to make this blog more user-specific as opposed to simply journaling my own life. I'll do both, hopefully, such as with this post. Let me know what you think
2 comments:
Here's how I missed my bus from Pucón to Valdivia (Chile):
The bus tickets Breanne (girl I was travelling with at the time) and I had bought were for 6.30 pm. We decided to go hiking in a private nature reserve, Cañi, for the day. After ascending almost 2 hours, we reached one of the most beautiful lakes/places I've ever seen. Hot and sweaty, I decided I wanted to swim, so I stripped down, and took a dip. Then we had lunch and started talking. It was the first day we wre travelling, so it turned into a pretty long conversation over lunch, and then I went swimming again. I had already given up hope of catching our bus, especially as we only had 50 minutes until the bus from the base of the mountain would return to Pucón.
However, she had different ideas, so we ran downhill through nasty heat and dust for an hour. She runs marathons, so I don't think she was getting killed like i was. None of it helped though, we missed the bus to Pucón, so I was like: let's hitchhike. But not even that got us back on time, so we had to settle on another bus, just to get us out of Pucón - that town sucks you in, gets you stuck worse than the pine sap in the surrounding forests.
Willis
the above Chile comment is from Willis Bruckermann
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