January 13, 2006

Today I went to ShmooCon.
I packed and slept over at Wendy’s,
I set the alarm and at 7:20 as I heard the alarm I thought,
“Oh shit, I’m supposed to leave at 7:20,
not start to get ready at that time.”
I left the place at 7:30 a.m.,
got to the bus at at 7:45 a.m. or so.
A lady near where the bus was supposed to be asked me where I was going,
I told her D.C., she asked me for my ticket, I showed it to her,
directed me to the Washington D.C. bus, I got on.
An Indian passenger asked me where I was going, I let him see my ticket.
He told me he was going to a different place,
I said, “Well, it’s still D.C.”

Later the bus driver came to collect tickets.
I showed the ticket, he said that this ticket was for another company’s bus,
the bus behind this one.

But that bus has already left.
Do I want to take this one to D.C.?
I’s have to buy a ticket.

Stuck with the prospect of either being an hour or more late
or taking this bus, I chose to take this bus.

Once I paid and the bus started, the Indian guy said,
“Hey Ray, I told you this was going somewhere else.”