Jess and I decided to take a bus today. We were going to go to Deep Ellum, hang out for an hour, and then come home. I spent about 30 minutes at dart.org trying to decide which bus we should take and what time it would pick us up and where the stop was. We had 15 minutes to make it. Luckily, the bus stop is less than 1 block from our apartment. We packed up the camera, and a few jackets into my backpack, got all of our things ready, and left the apartment.
We walked the one block and as we got close to where the stop should be, Jess saw the sign. Then I saw the sign and we walked towards it. We got to it, with about three minutes to spare. I looked at the sign to make sure it was the right stop. It had our number on it (along with a few others) and we were at the correct intersection at the right time. Everything was perfect.
And then the bus drove by on the other side of the road. I can’t be sure, but I think the driver even waved and laughed as he passed us by.
Fuck!
Sure enough, there is another stop directly across the street from where we were standnig. Apparently the stop across the street takes you downtown, the stop that we were at takes you to the airport. Same route. Same number. Same intersection.
Next bus? One hour. Forget it.