I meant to set out at 7:10, to catch a 7:23 bus half a mile away. I grabbed my stuff (couldn’t find a water bottle) and walked out the door, immediately realizing that I needed money if I was going to ride the bus. I went back in, begged three dollars from my husband, found 75 cents so that I would have exact change, and left again.
By this time, it was nearly 7:15. I did my best, but I just didn’t make it, by about a block and a half.
So, here I sit at the bus stop, waiting for the next one. The first bus would have gotten me there about 25 minutes early. The next one will only give me three minutes to spare. Hopefully I can cross the street and get in the door by eight!
Tonight I’ll buy a bus pass for the month, so at least next time I won’t have to worry about the cash. I almost said “screw it, I’m driving,” because I knew I was likely to miss that first bus, but I said I was going to commute by bus this summer, and I’m sticking to it.
Maybe I’ll try adding my bike sometime, too. I’m just afraid of the bike rack on the front of the bus. I don’t want to look like an idiot trying to get my bike in or out.