Wheels on the bus went round and round....all over town

Two weeks ago I left my language class as usual at 8:05pm. I waited outside with my classmates for the bus #2 that comes at 8:09. Bus came, got on, we all chatted, got off at the station to switch buses. Found my bus, sat down & off we went. I thought to myself that I am not sure why people make such a big deal about how hard it is to travel with bus. Its warm and a little cozy even to drive through town, but not have to be responsible for anything but pressing the STOP button at the appropriate time. I may have even allowed myself a little pious thought of being just a bit better than the sissies that are too afraid to be inconvenienced by waiting a few minutes for public transportation.

Hmmmm this must just be a bit of a different way since it is after 6 pm or something I thought to myself. Oh yes, this is the correct way. We just take a left here and then. hmmmmm. well i am sure its correct either way. I may just have to ride the route longer than I thought.

The bus finally pulled into the mall which is not terribly far from our house. Not close enough to walk in the freezing cold, but at least close enough that I knew I'd be home in the next 15 minutes.

The bus stopped. The remaining people exited. Then the driver turned the bus off, got out of her seat, off the bus and closed the door. It was no longer warm and cozy. There was a terrible draft and I was starting to not feel my toes very well. I decided to break the rule that was posted right in front of me about not eating. So I ate my little roll and fantasized a little about a warm cup of coffee or hot chocolate. I couldn't see the bus driver anymore. I started to get a little panicked about being stuck in a closed bus. What would I do if bandits came to hijack the bus or if a fire started or more utterly ridiculous scenerios. Finally she got back on, fired up the bus and off we went.

RIGHT BACK TO THE STATION!!!

I rode the entire route of BUS #4. The thing about this is----- I NEVER take that bus. It doesn't run by our house.....ever. We pulled in to the station. I exited quite hurredly and found BUS #1. Oh thank God. I had the good sense to double check with the driver if this was the correct bus to my area.

No, it was going the OTHER direction. Mind you, it is 9:20 by now. I left school at 8:05.
Next bus: 9:50
Temperature outside: Below freezing with wind.
My clothes: suitable for riding on a bus or in car, but not standing outside.
My toes ached. Then I couldn't even feel them anymore. I imagined them beginning to turn blue, then purple, then probably black from frost bite.

The station and the area around was completely deserted.

I finally broke down, "LARS, I AM COLD!" I managed to shiver out the words.

He sent the rescue squad after me and I was safely delivered home (Thanks again Kristian).

I couldn't feel my toes for an hour...even after a warm shower.

Bet you can guess how I got home from class this week and it certainly wasn't bus #4!