My Apologies to Josh Lasky

Last night, homeboy Josh stopped by my office on his way to Fiji. So, we went out for Mexican food and played an abridged game of travel scrabble before heading to the airport.

Travel to the airport really isn't that tough for someone without a car, but not having memorized when the buses run make one a little nervous when catching, or helping a friend to catch, a flight.

At 8:25, we wrap up the game and head out the door. (Scott and Scott look on as my first visitor in four weeks heads out the door without leaving a trace or bothering the public space.) We stroll to King and Broadway where we've decided to wait for the northbound 40/42/45/740/745. This way, he can get to Union Station for the FlyAway and I get to spend most of his remaining time with him plus go to New Bar Thursday with some friends.

At King and Broadway, a bus pulls up, drops two people off, and zooms past as we are walking up to its front window. There was no way the driver didn't see us. She intentionally drove away! And now my face is red cause I know Josh wasn't expecting this kind of public transit adventure on his way to the Fiji adventure.

Anyhow, we change plans and instead wait for the buses headed towards the airport, away from downtown. When a bus does arrive, its a rapid (740) and I think we're in the money cause we could get to the connecting bus (42A) by, say, 9:00.

At our new bus stop, after only one "You look like the police" from a high-schooler, and about 40 minutes of waiting, the 42A shows up and swoops Josh away. I got a call 30 minutes later as he was about to get on the plane... another successful public transit worry but flight-made.

While waiting for the bus back to my hood, I listened to a dude talk about how he was going to receive $50,000 on Tuesday. He had to be clear about which day next week is the observed holiday. Then he said I looked tall for a Mexican.