So, a very talented friend of mine is having an exhibition of her art at a small town close to where I live. Its a 30 minute drive, but 2 hours on public transport, with 2 buses, one train, and a long walk under the summer sun on the way. Whatever, I'll sleep/read on the way, right?
so I show up at the bus station 10 minutes before the bus takes off, the bus arrives, and the driver gets off and turns off the bus. I think he's just going to the bathroom, to take a break, smoke a cigarette, whatever. Nope. He never returns.
I've now been standing at the bus station for an hour after the scheduled departure time, staring at the switched off bus, and fuming about how I have just lost 20 bucks because I missed all the other buses and trai (i had to buy the tickets beforehand), how now I can't get to the exhibition without being late for work, how I will have let down my friend by not showing up and supporting her, and how this wouldn't have happened if I just had a fucking car and wasn't a depressed mess who can't find energy to do anything until the very last moment, letting down everyone around me.
I don't normally get angry, but this whole thing has made me very upset.
A few weeks ago I had to wait in the shade, but still sweating my ass off from the heat. My bus departs right as I get there, but whatever, there’s another one down the road arriving in 7 minutes.
I get. 10 different buses pass, none of them are mine. My phone says that bus is literally right in front of me and that it’s departing, but number is like 4 apart.
I waited about 10-15 for minutes. Don’t see mine so I’m tempted to just grab the most convenient one and walk the rest of my way there. As as the door was about to close, I see my bus arriving despite it reporting that the bus is like 10 minutes ahead of me