Now playing: Justin Bieber - Mistletoe
Michael Buble - The Christmas Song
So Anna text me earlier with the great idea of going to Olive Garden for dinner. She said she would pay, so of course I was all for it. The only thing is that neither of us have cars. So we talked to everyone we thought might come with a car, and when they said they couldn't come we asked to borrow their car. All of them turned us down, so we decided to try using the city bus. We managed to make it to Olive Garden with no harm, except maybe being a little chilled. We had a delicious dinner and it was really nice. Then we realized we had to figure out how to get home.
I looked up a few things on my phone and figured out there was a bus stop right down the street. The next pick up was at 9:21, which meant by the time we got there, we still had 20 minutes to wait. There wasn't anywhere open for us to wait inside and there wasn't a bench at the stop, so we had to wait outside on the hard ground. Then it dawned on me: what if the bus didn't come this late? The website said the buses stop running at 9:30. My heart rate picked up and I rocked back and forth on the ground, praying to God that the bus would show up. I was filled with warmth a few minutes later as my prayer was answered and a bus stopped right in front of us and opened the door. I jumped up and down with glee. But my joy was short-lived. "Y'all know I can't take you anywhere but the Grand Central Station, right?" The bus driver's words punctured my happiness and I felt it drain slowly from me like air from a pierced balloon. She told us that they buses really stop delivering people to stops at 8:30 and everything shuts down at 9:30. Anna and I boarded the warm bus that would take us no where anyway. Anna called her roommate and I called my suitemate frantically to beg for a ride, but all I really wanted to do was call my mom and cry. I was so scared we would be stuck waiting outside the bus station for an hour or longer on someone to come get us, or even worse that no one would be able to come. My fear was deepened when Kelly said she couldn't come get us.
Finally, hope was restored when Kelly called us back and said she was on her way. I thanked God profusely, and ten minutes later I was sitting in a warm car on the way home, laughing at how stupid Anna and I were and swearing I would never take the bus again.
So I guess the moral of this story is that if you decide to use public transportation, make sure you understand how it works.
What an adventure.
