I got dressed and ran out the door to my car seeing that i only had 8 minutes to get to the express bus stop. I roll through stop signs and red lights (making right turns of course) and pull into the parking lot at 6:38 (my clock is ten minutes fast). A bus was parked at the second bus slot. I think to myself "man! i missed the express bus!!!" (the espress bus parks at the first slot)
The bus in the second slot pulls off. I sit for a minute. The clock has 6:41. I back out the parking space and head out to the street to drive to the train station.
Me and a MARTA bus are at the red light together.
I look in the window at the people and see familiar faces.
The bus and I make a left turn onto Windward and another left onto 400.
I'm pissed!!!!!
Thats my freakin' bus! I sat in that stupid parking spot for two minutes and actually watched the express shuttle (not the MARTA bus) pull off while I was waiting in the parking lot! I was HOT!
I cussed all the way to the train station!
My gas meter went down another little notch and I refuse to buy gas until Saturday. I hate... HATE the traffic on 400! This was the first time I realized how much of a "luxury" it is to ride the freakin' public transit.
So... In the words of Kris Kross
"I missed the bus... and that is somethin' i'll never ever ever do again!"
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Dude, I read my bus schedule wrong and got there JUST as the bus was leaving. I had to think of what to do: wait in the car w/ air conditioning but burn gas, wait outside in 90 degree heat for the next bus in 30 min, or drive to the station burning gas the whole way.
I drove to the station.
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