In the wrong place at the wrong time
Over the last twenty-five years, I’ve waited for a lot of public transport. Tonight, for the first time, I stood on the wrong side of the street and learned that there is a consequence. The bus didn’t make an exception.
I’m working a longer day than usual, and had some down time between the normal time for leaving the office and my expected return to “run” a videoconference. Rather than sit in my cubicle, I decided to head over to the provincial archives, on campus. I did check the bus schedule. I did check the route map. MY vision of how I would return to the office under cover of darkness was full, flawless.
I watched my “intended” bus turn the corner, and I decided to get on and go around the loop. And then I watched another bus with the same number cross our path, while “my” driver announced his end of day / return to the bus barn spiel. It’s hard not to feel silly.
Waiting in a bus shelter isn’t that much fun. No music, other than my tuneless humming. Nothing to read (an oversight). A chance to tell others that their bus hadn’t gone by yet made me feel useful.
In future, I resolve to wait where I’m supposed to, when I’m supposed to.
And on to better things. The videoconference is progressing, without any need to fret or frown. We watched part of an episode of “The Nature Of Things”, which doesn’t make up for missing AI, but somethimes you gotta do what you gotta do.
