
The end of the week approached quickly as I adjusted to life at my Mother's house. I had played a lot of card games, checked my email incessantly, and waited for the call from my boo nightly... I thought of all these things as I said good-bye to my Mom. I thought of our fights and our laughter. The smell of Burger-King was thick in the air (it was downtown Detroit afterall). I reached over to hug her before i left to get my luggage out of the back of her SUV. I told my little sister good-bye a final time before I headed home. I tried to wave as I made eye contact with my Mom but my hands were full. I hope she saw my eyes and realized how hard it was. I don't know why it was so heart wrenching for me. We hadn't had a particularly amazing time. It was a positive experience, though.
I walked up to the information desk and had my bag checked. Ecerything was going smoothly. I waited patiently in a corner for my bus to arrive. I leaned on a pillar. My bus arrived and I got in line to have my ticket checked and board the bus. I gave my luggage to the attendent and walked on with my carry on. I looked for a seat. The aisle was littlered with people putting their luggage in the overhead compartment. I picked a sear near the forward of the bus and took a refreshing breath of air as we left on time.
I started to read my new book and magazine. Before I knew it we were in Toledo. The bus driver got out of the bus and didnt return for at least 20 minutes. The other passengers started to get upset, "She is so rude!" and "If she can't get us there on time there are others without a job that would be willing to." I heard a clap of someone's hands and a chuckle from the back of the bus. She got back on quickly drove off while pressing on the horn twice. I just continued listening to my iPod and reading my book ignoring the others on the bus. Progress continued on my trip back to Muncie until an unforseen complication caused the bus (and my plans for the next 8 hours) to come to a screaching hault..












