I love the bus.

To add to the ever-loving saga of my bus travails.

I'm running a little late to the bus this morning, so I decide to sprint the entire 6 blocks to the bus stop. Normally, I don't get too winded from running. Last night I went on a 45 minute run and was completely fine the entire time. But when I run for the bus, it's a different story. I do a sort of panic run, not unlike this. It makes me sweat profusely and I can barely breathe and/or hold down vom by the time I'm able to stop.

So I get to the bus stop just in time to see the bus lazily slip away from my grasp. Great. Then I decide to chase it down Hennepin, then Lake. I think it sees me, so it stops in the middle of the street (not at a light or stop sign). I run up to it, but at this point my sides are about to split in two, my legs have all but fallen off, and vom is slowly starting to creep up my throat. So I slow down to a quick trot, removing my wallet from my purse. I trot halfway up the side of the bus when all of the sudden, the bus pulls away. It pulls away from me! It wasn't picking up or dropping anyone else off! It left me, my arms outstretched in bewilderment, standing at the curb.

Then, of COURSE, the next express bus didn't come until a half an hour later, so I had to take the 1 hour 10 minute non-express bus. Frick.