When I was 15, I had to catch the bus everywhere. It usually wasn’t a problem. But one day, a few weeks before Christmas, I decided to go present shopping. I arranged with a friend to meet me at the local shops so we could get a coffee and catch up.
I got everything together and was at the bus stop with 30 minutes before I had to meet my friend. I saw a bus coming and flagged it down. The bus drove straight past me. “That’s odd,” I thought, “But maybe he didn’t see me”. Another bus came about 15 minutes later and I tried harder to get this drivers attention. I stood on the curb, waving my arms over my head. The driver sped straight past me.
I was fuming. I started walking up to the next stop, because I didn’t have the time to wait the half hour for the next bus. Every time I stopped for a bus (at the stops) they just drove straight past. About half way through the walk, I decided give up trying to flag down the buses and just walk the rest of the way.
By the time I reached the shops, my friend’s mother had called and told her she had to go home. I didn’t care that much (I was too tired). I managed to survive the entire shopping trip without dying.
When I’d finished shopping, I was eager to get home. There are two buses that go past these shops that both go to the same place and have route numbers that start with the same numbers. I was waiting at the bus stop and saw both buses come round the corner.
I got the bus and started listening to my iPod. I looked around about 10 minutes later when I should have been close to my stop, but I had no idea where I was. I had gotten on the wrong bus. I got off at the very next stop, walked to a nearby park and sat down to cry.
When I was finished sobbing quietly to myself, I wandered up to the bus stop on the main road to see if I could figure out if there was a bus I could catch home. Then I saw the little map attached to the sign. I figure out that I was right near a park that my mother and I used to take our dogs to.
Once I found my way to the park, I knew how to get home, but it was still an hour walk. When I finally got home, I explained my tiring day to my mum (who had beaten me home) and went to take a well deserved nap.
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EDIT: I have a post up on Katie's blog too! Lookie here!!
