Have you ever had one of those mornings? You know, the ones where you wake up as usual, make coffee as usual, sit down at the laptop to check your email and calendar as usual, only to discover that you were supposed to drop off your car at the shop last night for an appointment that morning? And the appointment was scheduled two weeks ago because the shop is pretty busy, and your guy is already at work an hour away, and you have approximately forty minutes to get to work, which is thirty minutes away?
Yeah, me too. Hate those.
After wasting a few minutes venting my distress by flapping my arms and shrieking, I pulled up the regional transportation website and was thrilled to learn that there was a bus stop right next to the repair shop where I could catch an express bus to the mall, followed in short order by a bus to the transfer center right across the street from work. If the stars were aligned just so, I would only be 15 minutes late.
I grabbed my crap and bolted out the door. I had twelve minutes to make it to the repair shop, throw my key at the front desk, and find the bus stop.
Ladies and germs, it worked! I found the stop and waited less than two minutes for the bus. I even had $2.00 in cash money to pay the fare! The second bus pulled in to the mall five minutes after I disembarked the first. And I was, OK, twenty minutes late for work.
I have PT this afternoon, and you'd think that would be a problem, but the BESTEST part is that the bus that stops at the repair shop also stops at the Naval Hospital. After my scheduled pummeling, I can walk over to pick up my car if it's ready or Mr. B can come get me.
I tell you, I'll take lucky over smart every single time. I should buy a lottery ticket.