I was running an hour late this morning. No different than every single other morning (because mornings are assholes), but still, it sucks.
When I finally got going, I tried to drive to the bus station with a frosty windshield and summer tires (becasue I've been to lazy/cheap to get the winter tires switched).
Despite the impending snow storm, I finally got to the bus station. And immediately proceeded to fall UP the stairs. IN FRONT OF PEOPLE.
I picked my ass up off the floor, just in time to see my bus pulling away. So I took off up another set of stairs to run - and I mean RUN - across the pedestrian overpass to catch the bus at the next stop.
Note: Running when you've not done any cardio activity in several months is a problem.
But I made it! I basically suffocated, but I made it.
Unfortunately, I then spent what felt like 20 minutes trying to dig my bus tickets out of my coat pocket while the bus driver sat there and stared at me. And so did everyone else. He wouldn't drive until I handed them over. He just sat there. What did he think? I was pretending?
I found the damn things and apologized. He seemed to perk up, and expressed his concern that bus tickets are a pain in the ass for everyone. Including him.
The bus started moving and I made my way to my seat. And then I began to DIE. It was 150 degrees in there and the heat was blowing RIGHT ON ME. Plus I was all hot and bothered from running a mile at top speed.
It took another 20 minutes to get my coat, scarf, and gloves off, to blow my cold runny nose, and to situate my kickass new iPod and kickass iPhone within reach.
And then this.
And then all of a sudden all was right in the world again.
Fucking r-tards. Don't ring the bell until your stop comes. And if you ring it early, you better damn well get off at the next stop if nobody else does because if you make my bus stop moving for no effing reason I WILL kill you. Amateurs.