Missed the Bus
Few things make me feel more like a loser than missing my bus, which I did this morning. I’m blaming it on a change in the schedule, which had the former 7:37 leaving now at 7:29, although I’m not entirely sure that’s true. In any case, I showed up after the one I hoped to catch had left and was forced, therefore, to hang out an extra half hour—time I could have spent (since I was now going to be late to work, anyway) reading the paper, doing yoga, or sleeping.
I tried not to beat myself up too much about it—in the past, I would have at least kicked the nearest newspaper box—but I still couldn’t help but be dismayed that I didn’t manage to complete this simplest of tasks: just show up on time!
Additionally, as it turned out, the subsequent bus was late and then got stuck in traffic, so when all was said and done, it took me nearly two hours from my home to school; usually, it’s just an hour door to desk on the bus and I can ride my bike in about an hour and twenty minutes.
The lesson here, I think, is to balance the prospect of quicker transit by bus versus the assurance of a set travel time by bike. Essentially, I got greedy this morning; I should have taken the sure thing via cycling rather than banking on the possibility afforded by the bus. Let this be a reminder to me: slow and steady wins the race, even though the finish line of that race this morning was an all-day meeting.
Maybe I did make the right choice after all—or at least the choice that I would have made had I known the outcome beforehand. Apparently, I wasn’t quite as ready for vacation to be over as I thought I was.
Maybe I didn’t miss the bus at all; maybe it missed me.
I tried not to beat myself up too much about it—in the past, I would have at least kicked the nearest newspaper box—but I still couldn’t help but be dismayed that I didn’t manage to complete this simplest of tasks: just show up on time!
Additionally, as it turned out, the subsequent bus was late and then got stuck in traffic, so when all was said and done, it took me nearly two hours from my home to school; usually, it’s just an hour door to desk on the bus and I can ride my bike in about an hour and twenty minutes.
The lesson here, I think, is to balance the prospect of quicker transit by bus versus the assurance of a set travel time by bike. Essentially, I got greedy this morning; I should have taken the sure thing via cycling rather than banking on the possibility afforded by the bus. Let this be a reminder to me: slow and steady wins the race, even though the finish line of that race this morning was an all-day meeting.
Maybe I did make the right choice after all—or at least the choice that I would have made had I known the outcome beforehand. Apparently, I wasn’t quite as ready for vacation to be over as I thought I was.
Maybe I didn’t miss the bus at all; maybe it missed me.
posted by Professor Dave at 4:01 PM
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