This morning, I got an email from my mother letting me know that there was a power outage, and the two bus routes that run by my place were heavily delayed. Such are the benefits of having parents who work in T-Comm.
So, Nick was going to drive in to work, and drop me off at a skytrain downtown and I’d double back from there. But we get outside, and hey look, a 4 AND a 7! And across the street, I see another 4! So he runs and catches his bus, and I toddle over to my stop (we go in opposite directions most days, unless I want to hang out with him and add an extra 10 minutes to my commute)… but of course my 7 comes while I’m still across the street. Curses, think I. Should have hopped on the bus with Nick. So I pop into JJ Bean, grab a chai & a croissant, and head out to wait…
…for forty five freaking minutes. Three 4′s came along in that time, as well as a “training bus” (and a few 200′s as well, but those don’t count, they’re diesel.) 5 buses go by in the opposite direction. Yes, the trolley’s definitely work, and every OTHER bus has figured out out, how come the east/southbound 7 hasn’t?
FINALLY the 7 came, forty five minutes later.
I should have just walked to Commercial and hopped on the 20, but was afraid that the second I left my stop, the 7 would come along, and I’d be cheesed as hell, as is the usual method that Murphy’s Law likes to fuck with my mornings.
stupid bus.
You’ve just experience three of the most annoying of Murphy’s laws at work:
Etorre’s Observation: The other line moves faster.
O’Brien’s Variation: If you change lines, the one you just left will start to move faster than the one you are now in.
The Queue Principal: The longer you wait in line, the greater the likelihood that you are in the wrong line.