Bus-going Idiots Unite!

It all started yesterday when God commanded the wind to blow like unto a hurricane.  I drove sleepily to the bus stop at 6:40 AM.  As I approached the other bus-goers, a sweet Asian man shouted in broken English, "You inside! More people, more warm!" 

So there was a dozen of us crammed in all spaces of the bus stop booth thing sheltering ourselves from the gale-force winds.  A few minutes later the bus arrived and the Asian man shouted, "Everyone on bus!"  So we all got on the bus.  I mean, wouldn't you?

I fell asleep. 

Forty-five minutes later I woke up to find myself not at all in the place I should be.  I was on the wrong bus.  The hurricane winds soon mixed with rain and snow and once I figured out where we were, I hopped off the bus and ran to the train station where I braved the evil weather in my brown leather flats and itchy nylons. 

I arrived at work one hour late with wet, wind-blown hair and runny mascara.

Today I met a man at the bus stop who confessed he'd also gotten on the wrong bus yesterday morning.  I expressed my sincere condolences and chuckled relief to myself.  So I guess I'm not the only idiot after all.