I had one heck of a morning.
Knowing I had to go to a different bus station because apparently street cleaning starts in April in Wilkinsburg (according to the street signs, at least), I made sure to leave the house with plenty of time to make my 9am meeting. When I got to the other station, I had to park wayyyyyyy far away, so I was running. I saw a bus up ahead at the stop, so I started booking it. As I ran, I stared at the bus, telepathically willing the driver to wait for me. This is how I’m sure the bus said P1 – from staring at it while running. Lucky for me, she did wait, and I was happy that I’d arrive at work with plenty of time to eat (drink) my breakfast and grab coffee before the meeting.
About halfway through the ride, as we were pulling away from the Negley station, I noticed that the next stop did not advertise Herron Avenue like it normally does, but instead it showed Negley at Centre. Before I even knew what was happening, we were heading off the ramp, into Oakland. Somehow, some way, the bus had morphed from a P1 to a P3. It was around this point that I panicked.
I knew from attending classes at Pitt that it’s easy to get a bus into Downtown from Oakland… but since I had panicked, I got off at one of the first Oakland stops, instead of a stop that more busses would hit. Rookie mistake. So I waited about 10 minutes until a 71C came along to take me Downtown. At this point, I was resigned to arriving late to the meeting, so I was able to sit back and enjoy the scenery a tiny bit.
In the end, I was only about 5 minutes late… but taking the wrong way into work sure did a number on my nerves for the day.