the bus walk

i instantly saw the humor in the situation and was never upset. instead, called emily and messaged the girls to relay my trip.

after missing the bus by a minute, alex drove me to the gym. after a cardio-lift class, kick-boxing class, and stint on the elliptical, i was sweat soaked and pooped.

i got on the bus to head home, a trip i've made quite often - either the 205, 208 or bolt bus. i was on the phone with pdawg, "you there?" he asked, as i was busy staring at my surroundings outside the bus window. we were absolutely going in the wrong direction, absolutely lost. "all right, i love you, goodbye," i said and hung up. texted the roommates, asking uhh.. what do i do?

turning left where we should have turned right, staying straight when we should have yielded right. the aged bus driver comes on the speaker, "uh. hey guys. this is my first night and my first run. any help you can give would be appreciated. if you could let me know when and where to turn. thanks." NU UH, i had to get off this bus. i shared the company of 3 other passengers: a weirdo girl with a nest of thick, straight frizz for hair who was clutching her Chipotle leftovers and a couple of Mexicans with their headphones on. the bus driver also failed to stop at railroad crossings. we circled the same neighborhood and i got off where i got on.

then i proceeded to walk 2.7 miles home. in spandex shorts and an oversized man tank, carrying my massive purse stocked with a novel, spare shoes and everything that all women carry around all day.