You Don't Need to Make Up Snow Day Excuses

My bus ride to Forest Hills was uneventful. 

As usual, they let me out at the bottom level, announcing their number and destination back where they came from. 

I head upstairs for my second and final bus to work. That's when another bus comes in announcing the same number and destination as the one I just left downstairs.

Maybe the driver was new. Maybe they got nervous in the snow. For whatever reason, a bus on my route went all the way up to the wrong stop. 

And for what seemed like forever, people, MBTA staff included, just stared at it as it blocked the way for other buses like it was a beached whale in Newport. They wanted to help but couldn't comprehend what they were seeing.

And that's why I was a few minutes late for work.