So the day finally comes. This is it. Class is over and I’m so wired with anticipation that I rush out the room without my laptop. My classmate hails me down like a cab and gives it to me then I head out the building.
I’ve rehearsed it a hundred times in my mind. “I’ve seen you before. I take this bus often. How are you?”
Plain. Simple. To the point. What’s the worst that could happen?
I’m cruising with the fastest speed-walking anyone has ever seen. I mean, I’m making my way downtown, walking fast, faces pass, and I’m homebound.
“I’ve seen you before. I take this bus often. How are you?”
Nothing’s stopping me now.
I make it to my train stop and stop dead in my tracks at what’s in front of me. The stairwells leading down to the subway have been replaced by two giant wooden blue boxes littered with exclamation points and these words: “UNDER CONSTRUCTION”.
You’ve got to be kidding me. Of all the days. You had one job, Metro!
So I get on the downtown train and take it all the way down until it turns around and heads back uptown towards Port Authority. But this has cost me precious minutes. Minutes that could lead to me missing my bus and missing her. And missing what could turn out to be the most epic bus story ever.
I make it to Port Authority, breezing on past, staring blankly ahead, just making my way, making my way through the crowd. My round trip ticket’s already in my back pocket so I pass the ticket booths, climb the escalators, walk into the terminal and my heart sinks at what I see…