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I got on the wrong bus.
I was trying to meet Mom and Aunt Heather in downtown Hamilton at noon, but I got on the wrong bus at a transfer point and ended up on a route that I believe is for the convenience of students at the various universities in the region, because we went first to the University of Guelph campus, then to downtown Guelph, then to Wilfred Laurier’s campus, and we were heading for Kitchener-Waterloo when I finally worked up the nerve to ask the driver if we would ever reach Hamilton, and he let me off so I could wait for a bus heading back the other way.
By this point it was around two in the afternoon, and I was at best another couple of hours away from the intended meeting point. Mom’s phone doesn’t do email and my iPad isn’t a phone, so Andrew had been relaying frantic messages back and forth until he had to take an ativan and was now not feeling capable of doing much more of anything.
Mom said I should cut my losses, head home, and we’ll try another meet up on Saturday when my brother is here. She called our apartment later after I’d finally made it back. I said, “I’ve been travelling all day and I haven’t been anywhere.”
At least I did manage to take a picture from the bus window of the beautiful griffin statue they have on the Guelph campus.
I was trying to meet Mom and Aunt Heather in downtown Hamilton at noon, but I got on the wrong bus at a transfer point and ended up on a route that I believe is for the convenience of students at the various universities in the region, because we went first to the University of Guelph campus, then to downtown Guelph, then to Wilfred Laurier’s campus, and we were heading for Kitchener-Waterloo when I finally worked up the nerve to ask the driver if we would ever reach Hamilton, and he let me off so I could wait for a bus heading back the other way.
By this point it was around two in the afternoon, and I was at best another couple of hours away from the intended meeting point. Mom’s phone doesn’t do email and my iPad isn’t a phone, so Andrew had been relaying frantic messages back and forth until he had to take an ativan and was now not feeling capable of doing much more of anything.
Mom said I should cut my losses, head home, and we’ll try another meet up on Saturday when my brother is here. She called our apartment later after I’d finally made it back. I said, “I’ve been travelling all day and I haven’t been anywhere.”
At least I did manage to take a picture from the bus window of the beautiful griffin statue they have on the Guelph campus.
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Date: 2023-07-21 01:32 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2023-07-21 02:45 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2023-07-21 07:10 pm (UTC)From:Gah. Better luck on Saturday.
*hugs*
Road Trip
Date: 2023-07-30 12:41 pm (UTC)From:1) Take neither the first nor the second cab in rank.*
2) No matter where you go; there you are.**
* Paraphrased from "The Final Problem"
** From Reverend W. H. Hutchings' 1881 translation of Thomas à Kempis' 1400s "The Imitation of Christ" - "wherever you go, you take yourself with you, and you will always find yourself" by way of Buckaroo Banzai