If you've been following for the food, it probably won't be making too many appearances henceforth. In fact, at the risk of shooting myself in the foot from the get-go, let me say that there may not be many posts in general. Okay, on with the post.
It was early afternoon and I was riding the bus home today from my book group. It wasn't my usual bus where I have the route memorized, but what I think of as my second choice bus. After I finished the book I was reading, I noticed that the bus seemed to be going on a strange route. "Hmm, either I accidentally got on the wrong bus or I've never paid enough attention to the bus route before." The seats all around me were empty, and suddenly the bus came to a stop and the lights on the bus went out. I got up and walked to the front. "Is this the last stop?"
The bus driver had stood up and was putting on his jacket. "Yes."
"Isn't this the 73?" I asked.
Irate, he replied, "Yes, but didn't you hear me announce that the last stop today would be at 65th?"
"No, I thought you were just announcing the stop."
Clearly I was the only one who had not gotten it.
It was sunny and warm, and it was only a 20 minute walk back to the house. I blinked back tears, for feeling stupid, I guess. I walked along, thinking I should feel happy that a gong had rung in the middle of my day, allowing me to shift focus and enjoy this unseasonably warm October day and these roads previously unwalked. But I just felt irritated, annoyed that the course of my day had run off its tracks.