Campfyre Stories

… and I was in a pretty good mood.  Woke up on time with an idea for a blog post that I was kind of starting to write in my head.  Got dressed, went to wait for the bus and I waited…

And waited…

And waited…

And waited…

And 20 minutes late, a bus finally shows up, but it’s not the regular bus, nor the regular driver.  If I miss my regular route then I have to walk 2 miles, which takes about a half hour, so I ask "Do you go into [my worksite]?"  He says no, but I notice that there are a bunch of the regulars on the bus, so I get on, grab a seat and call the bus company.

I explain that I had been waiting for a very long time, where I was waiting and ask what my options are, or if, through no fault of my own, I’m going to wind up being later than I already am.  They tell me that I should find out if the bus driver’s name is Charlie [last name] because he’s not usually working that route and is only filling in for today.  If it *is* Charlie, then he will be taking me all the way into work.

So I wait for the bus to empty out a little, then go and ask him "Is your name Charlie [last name]?"  Which totally freaked him out a little and he explained that, yes, he didn’t know it, but he does go into [my worksite].  Of course, at this point, we’re already a half-hour late, but at least I won’t be an additional half-hour late to work.

We get into Schenectady and a bus company supervisor pulls the bus over to find out "is there anyone on the bus going to [my worksite]?"  Well, yeah…  *I* am, so he says he’ll take me in, in his official bus company pickup truck.  So I get in the truck and he took me all the way to the door (instead of my having to walk the last 1/4-ish mile over.

And I forgot about the good idea for the blog post I had.  But maybe I should just put this instead…