I left work Saturday morning a couple minutes later than usual and ended up missing my bus. I started walking down the road toward the nearest bus terminal and quickly realized that I hadn’t yet bought a bus pass for October. If I’d been on time I would still have not been able to get on it because I don’t carry any cash on me most times.
Once I had a breakfast of ganola bars, a milkshake and vegetable samosas and a bus pass in hand, I got on a bus travelling a route I very rarely take. I sat down near the back of the bus and took out a book I’m reading, The Art of the Personal Essay.
I started in on an essay by Montaigne but soon noticed a pretty girl starring at me from the other side of the bus. I wondered if my hair was especially bad from being tied back all night, because that seemed like an good excuse to stare. It was, I would find out later, but not the reason she was looking at me. After a while she asked if I was Apollo and introduced herself as a friend of April, one of my oldest friends, and mentioned that she thought we had hung out before. It took me a few seconds to realize that we had indeed, on a day the girl was going to an interview.
We talked for a while before the bus reached her stop. I found out her name is Sara and that she worked, until this weekend, at a Tim Horton’s directly across the road from where my sister Ilea and her fiance Greg live. It was a pleasant and surprising batch of coincidences, that’s for sure.
Later that evening I talked with April and ended up being connected with Sara. I was pleasantly surprised to learn of our commonalities as we talked last night before work. I’m left thankful I missed my bus and rather puzzled at the workings of synchronicity.
Once I had a breakfast of ganola bars, a milkshake and vegetable samosas and a bus pass in hand, I got on a bus travelling a route I very rarely take. I sat down near the back of the bus and took out a book I’m reading, The Art of the Personal Essay.
I started in on an essay by Montaigne but soon noticed a pretty girl starring at me from the other side of the bus. I wondered if my hair was especially bad from being tied back all night, because that seemed like an good excuse to stare. It was, I would find out later, but not the reason she was looking at me. After a while she asked if I was Apollo and introduced herself as a friend of April, one of my oldest friends, and mentioned that she thought we had hung out before. It took me a few seconds to realize that we had indeed, on a day the girl was going to an interview.
We talked for a while before the bus reached her stop. I found out her name is Sara and that she worked, until this weekend, at a Tim Horton’s directly across the road from where my sister Ilea and her fiance Greg live. It was a pleasant and surprising batch of coincidences, that’s for sure.
Later that evening I talked with April and ended up being connected with Sara. I was pleasantly surprised to learn of our commonalities as we talked last night before work. I’m left thankful I missed my bus and rather puzzled at the workings of synchronicity.
4 comments on “Adventures in Missing the Bus”
heh, it's a small world after all. that's cool the girl went up to you and said something, so you wouldn't be left wondering what was wrong with your hair 😉
also, Montaigne's essays are wonderful, I LOVE them. Especially enjoyed the one on death.
Well, my hair was bad none-the-less, actually. It is always frizzy when I've had it tied back for a while.
Montaigne is interesting, but there's something about him that annoys me. I'm not sure if I have one on death in this collection, but I'll have to read that eventually.
heh, it's a small world after all. that's cool the girl went up to you and said something, so you wouldn't be left wondering what was wrong with your hair 😉
also, Montaigne's essays are wonderful, I LOVE them. Especially enjoyed the one on death.
Well, my hair was bad none-the-less, actually. It is always frizzy when I've had it tied back for a while.
Montaigne is interesting, but there's something about him that annoys me. I'm not sure if I have one on death in this collection, but I'll have to read that eventually.