I rode Caltrain down to San Jose the other day. Well, first, I either fell asleep or totally flaked on getting off at the right stop for the airport. I had to take the #22 bus back to the Santa Clara stop and then take the #10 to the airport. It kind of put me behind schedule, and I didn't have fare on me. Luckily, I was taken pity on, and a bus driver at the San Jose Caltrain station gave me a pass for free. I was feeling pretty good about making it over to the bus stop, pass in hand, waddling with my 50+ lb. bag of laundry to take to my mom's for the weekend, and then I got onto the bus going the wrong way.... bummer. Okay, off and then across the street. Eventually, I made it to the right bus and to the #10 stop... just as one pulled away. Dammit! I sat down, and it was warm. Actually hot. It felt good. I took off my layers and just sat there soaking it up. It felt good to be out of the city. Then this guy starts bitching -- why isn't there a bus here when the train lets off? I dunno, because trains and buses aren't on the same schedule. I tell him we just missed a bus but one should be coming anytime. Then, a second later, a #10 bus pulls up. But, he lets passengers off and says that no one can board. His doors close and I see he is going on break. Then, the man at the stop is irate. He says that we should at least be able to sit on the bus while this guy is sitting here. What?!? I don't sit in your breakroom while you are on break. That's just silly. About ten minutes later, another #10 pulls up, and the one sitting opens his doors. We all board and the irate man asks for a schedule. He fumes over the paper that is probably going to tell him what we all knew, that the bus was right on time. I got to the airport a little later than expected but with a clearer head. I was going with the flow, and it felt good.