Whether it’s for business or pleasure, I go to the airport by public transportation. It’s faster, cheaper and more environmentally responsible. (Remember I commute to work on my bicycle.)
Last weekend I wasn’t paying attention when I got on what I thought was the direct bus to the airport. However, it was a bus that only went part of the way. When I heard “Last stop” for the third time, I realized my mistake and got off.
An older man, a transit employee, was at the bus stop telling a stranger about his job counting passengers. I asked him if I had to pay again when the right bus came because I had boarded the wrong one.
“Oh, I’ll tell the bus driver,” he said.
Moments later, I boarded the right bus. The driver had stepped off for a moment, and I got on. As the driver re-boarded, my new friend shouted to him, “Don’t charge the old lady. She got on the wrong bus.”
Bad start to the weekend.