My bus broke down on Lake Shore Drive today. This happens once in a blue moon. Normally I have train breakdowns or my train hits people (seriously – three people in ten years, I’m cursed!). Today though, the bus just dies in the middle of the Drive. We manage to pull to the side, and the bus driver says she’s getting us rides, but has no ETA.
As the busses show up, we realize no one knows what bus goes where. After all, we’re city bitches. We take our bus to our stops. The bus drivers are perplexed, and as we ask ‘Do you stop by…’ they get irritated. So I whip out the iPhone and pull up the transit maps.
“135 will take you to the same stops as 134 from here.” People turn to look at me. “33 goes to Ontario, so if you need the loop, don’t take it.” And so on and so forth.
Fifteen minutes later, we’re on our way to work and someone buys me a coffee.
Oh yeah, baby. I rock.