Today – when my bus started coming at me – I noticed the it was flashing it’s ” out of service” colors. I wasn’t really sure what to do – because it was the right time – and it looked like the right bus – so I started waving at it. It didn’t stop.

I was on the phone with a client – trying to be all business-business – but couldn’t restrain myself from crazily uttering “bus – my bus – bus? Is that my bus? Bus – bus – bus.” into the receiver.

Then – about 40 feet from normal – the bus stopped.

When I started to run for it – the bus started moving again. My waving and muttering became frantic. I lost my call. The bus stopped again – this time opening it’s door. I was creating a traffic jam!

Up the stairs straight onto the bus I hopped and then the driver puffed up and growled that he shouldn’t have even stopped for me because of my being on my phone. And I – not feeling like having any of his guff – said “well maybe if you took the ‘out of service sign’ off of your bus it would be less confusing.

I steeled myself for his comeback – you know – the one where he kicks me off the bus?! Instead – he un-puffed and started laughing and said “yeah – you got a point . . . Heh heh heh. Got a point.”

Back to my seat I shuffled – all kinds of disheveled and confused at everything that had just happened and then – after a deep breath and a sigh – I went up to apologize for the confusion.

A good time was had by all.