The bus incident:
It was on the 27th of June, 2017, that I spaced out in the wrong place at the wrong time. You would think that once a person's remembered a route and gone on the buses countless times, they couldn't possibly end up in a completely different place...
I left my house in the pouring hail and paced my way to the bus stop 10 minutes away. By the time I had reached it, I was drenched and I could feel the water in my shoes :/ I sought shelter under the stop and sat there for half an hour, somehow patiently waiting for the bus to arrive while strangers raced past, gripping their umbrellas in the weather. To be honest, I love hail, but only when I'm not being attacked by it. It felt like more than half an hour had gone by when I squinted and made out the shape of the big, red bus and uncomfortably climbed my way up to the top deck.
The hail ended in the 30 minutes I was on this bus, so I was lucky when I got off at the last stop. The luck disappeared as I realised I had to wait an extra ten minutes for the next bus, so I decided to roam Tesco while waiting. When I came back out, the sign by the bus stop stated that the '93 is due' and I consequently got onto the next bus that came. 20 minutes later, I peered out the window and had no idea where I was. 'This isn't Morden?'. The realisation hit me when I saw Sainsbury's and, for the life of me, I had no idea how I'd ended up in Tooting. As it turns out, I got on the wrong bus and was left to retrace my steps back so I could get on the right bus. A one hour journey ended up taking 3 hours in awful weather! I'm glad to say that that is never happening again.
It was on the 27th of June, 2017, that I spaced out in the wrong place at the wrong time. You would think that once a person's remembered a route and gone on the buses countless times, they couldn't possibly end up in a completely different place...
I left my house in the pouring hail and paced my way to the bus stop 10 minutes away. By the time I had reached it, I was drenched and I could feel the water in my shoes :/ I sought shelter under the stop and sat there for half an hour, somehow patiently waiting for the bus to arrive while strangers raced past, gripping their umbrellas in the weather. To be honest, I love hail, but only when I'm not being attacked by it. It felt like more than half an hour had gone by when I squinted and made out the shape of the big, red bus and uncomfortably climbed my way up to the top deck.
The hail ended in the 30 minutes I was on this bus, so I was lucky when I got off at the last stop. The luck disappeared as I realised I had to wait an extra ten minutes for the next bus, so I decided to roam Tesco while waiting. When I came back out, the sign by the bus stop stated that the '93 is due' and I consequently got onto the next bus that came. 20 minutes later, I peered out the window and had no idea where I was. 'This isn't Morden?'. The realisation hit me when I saw Sainsbury's and, for the life of me, I had no idea how I'd ended up in Tooting. As it turns out, I got on the wrong bus and was left to retrace my steps back so I could get on the right bus. A one hour journey ended up taking 3 hours in awful weather! I'm glad to say that that is never happening again.
lmao. quite relatable, i ended up sleeping on the bus and walking to Wandsworth from Putney
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