Thursday, March 13, 2008

And I will neverevereverever do it again.

After nine months, I finally managed to miss the bus. On a day I woke up earlier than usual! (Figures.)

Standing on the corner at 7:03 am, I wasn't sure what to do. My first instinct was to cut through some back yards and try to catch the bus as it came back around out of our subdivision. But I think I hesitated too much because as I headed that way, I heard it rumble past. Then I tried to head toward the main entrance to our neighborhood, and watched it sail away on the other side of the elementary school—there was no way I would have been able to cross that soccer/football/tag/ring-around-the-rosy field in time. 

I had heard that there was another bus, at around 7:30 am. But the one I normally get is the only route that passes through my neighborhood. There is a busy street that separates our subdivision from another one, so I figured I'd head over that way. Unfortunately, I have no idea what route it takes over there because my bus picks those people up before they get to me and drop them off after I get off. 

I had my Pumas on, so I figured I'd give the 3.5-mile walk a try. I've always been curious as to how long it'd take me to hoof it, it wasn't terribly freezing out this morning and I do a lot of walking downtown as it is, so it probably wouldn't be an issue. So I set off, holding a single-serving pizza box with leftovers from last night's dinner. 

The thing about walking in the city is that there's so much to look at, you don't realize you're exerting any effort. But trudging past the field used in the header for this blog (which is a barren expanse of dirt at this time of year) wasn't nearly as interesting as downtown Chicago. I plodded along. I didn't realize until it was too late that the flimsy cardboard pizza box was coming open at the side and after a thump, I saw my lunch face down on the concrete. So I had to take a detour to find a garbage can.

I got about 3/4 of a mile away and was waiting on the corner for the WALK signal when my bus pulled up to the light. I guess it pays to be friendly, because my driver was on his way back from dropping off my normal crew and recognized me. He waved. I said Screw walking, and skirted through the cars at the light to get on. I had to ride through the entire route, so now I have a good backup plan in case I miss the bus again. The weird thing is that I got on the bus about 40 minutes later than I usually do, but because I didn't have to wait long for a train, I got to my office only ten minutes later than I usually do.

Too bad I'm moving to the city in two weeks, after which the lessons learned on this particular excursion will be completely useless. And so it goes.

8 comments:

SupaCoo said...

Let's hope you don't need this knowledge in the next two weeks!

(BTW, don't you hate when distance seem waaaay longer after you've started walking it? I walked to the drug store the other day and I had no idea how far it was until I was sweating my butt off and wasn't even halfway there.)

Becky said...

if i have to walk any farther than the distance to where my car is parked, it's a baaaad day for becky.

uncouthheathen said...

Missing the bus is a killer!

Sphincter said...

Aw. At least the regular bus driver was cool.

Guyana-Gyal said...

I can't wait for you to move to the city. With your propensity for adventure.....

:-D

naechstehaltestelle said...

That's so strange you only missed 10 minutes of work. I hope your upcoming move goes well!!

The Stormin Mormon said...

I just gave my car a hug. ;-)

Zinta said...

I keep missing my office bus, even after 8 months of practice. and sometimes end up acting like I let the bus go deliberately...