MISSING THE BUS

One of the problems with catching the Interdimensional Omnibus is that sometimes it falls through the wormhole while you’re waiting for it.

I missed the first bus this morning; the driver pulled away as I was sprinting towards it. He gave me a wave and, I promise you, a cheeky wink. I was obviously overwhelmed with gratitude.

So I waited for the next one. They’re supposed to be every thirty minutes, these portal-hopping ships of wonder. Don’t you believe it. The Twenty-Five-Past has tumbled through the space-time-continuum and not turned up, meaning I’ve had to wait for an hour. It’s as though someone took a look at me praising the merits of the Interdimensional Omnibus, and decided that the universe needed to test my patience.

Well universe, I’m doing a Job, and refusing to get rattled. I’ve used the time to write two short articles, cancel and rebook a doctor’s appointment, text a few people and tell lateness-anxiety to push off. So there.

And with that, the bus has arrived...