I did it again. Believe it.
Once more, technology tripped me up. I was diligently answering an email from a client on my phone, and somehow boarded the wrong bus. After realizing my mistake (and muttering a few choice words under my breath), I frantically pulled the cord.
“Who just pulled the cord?!”
Ummmm…“Me,” I said from halfway back an extremely crowded bus. Cue red face.
“What stop do you want?” he said.
“The next one.”
“What is the next stop?” He was onto me.
“…it’s the next one.” (Duh.)
“Lady. Where do you want to go?”
“…The next stop!” (This was getting old.)
“Well, the next stop is in Northgate. Where do you need to go?”
“I need to get off! Before Aurora! Please!” I said, as I flashed my pearly whites (thanks for the orthodontia, Mom and Pop). All the while, I know the people around me were thinking Look at his girl. Neophyte with the big-ass gold bag doesn’t know what bus she is on.
“Well, I can let you off at the Hostess Cupcake factory on Dexter, by King5. For a five dollar tip.”
“Sure, okay. Thank you!” I didn’t actually have the money. And if I did, I probably would have used it to buy an aforementioned Hostess cupcake.
He pulled to a stop, I hopped off (while thanking him profusely), and I swear I heard clapping as I exited the bus.
I laughed to myself as I trudged down Dexter towards Denny. At least I didn’t end up in Northgate, or on Aurora again. My roommate happened to be driving home, and offered to pick me up. I gratefully hopped in her car and we headed home.
And five minutes later, we ran out of gas.
