I jog across the street to the bus stop just in time to catch the bus, and settle into my seat breathing hard.
After I've calmed down a bit and we've traveled a few blocks, I look up from my book to notice we've stopped by the side of the road, and I realize that I was in such a hurry to get on that I can't remember which bus I actually got on.
When I get up to ask, though, the bus driver cuts me off, explaining, "I'm way ahead of schedule, so I'll have to stop here for a few minutes."
"That's fine, I just wanted to make sure I got on the right bus," I tell her
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