I'll go only as far to say that the title of this post is--surprise, surprise--a reference to reality-escaping HP.
I was planning on making use of the UTA this semester to get to work, but now that I have no car, I don't even have the option of ever driving to work. So yesterday morning, the bus it was. I spent significant time trying to decipher the UTA bus schedules and routes and thought I had it figured out. Alas. . . .
Yesterday morning I walked out to where the bus was supposed to pick me up, and . . . I caught the southbound bus. Not the northbound bus. Totally my fault. I ended up at Provo Towne Center.
What else could I do? I called Emily to tell her about my moronic bus knowledge and started trekking back up University Avenue. I paused HP and said a little prayer. I was trying to hold it together and not cry, but I felt so incredibly stupid. I turned HP back on and just stared at my feet hitting the pavement.
Then, a miracle. The exact bus I needed--northbound--pulled up next to me, and I don't think I was even next to a bus stop. There must have been some kind of spiritual neon sign sticking out of my head that said, "This girl could have a breakdown if she has to walk from Provo Towne Center all the way to 900 East and University Parkway."
I was only fifteen minutes late to work.