Sometimes, I LOVE people.

This morning I met a neighbour from a few doors down I've apparently had for years but this being suburbia, I of course, have never seen before. This I decided is ver ver unfortunate, since she is a slightly elderly woman who saved my ass today.

I was in my house, making toast, confident that I had at least another seven minutes before I had to go get the bus. So when I ran out of butter to put on the toast (which is rice bread and tastes like shitter if you don't basically soak it in butter), I thought I'd have time to get more out of the fridge. Well, I didn't and I closed the fridge door, only to see the bus driving by out the window.

I grabbed by toast and bolted out the door, hoping I could run out in front of the bus and the driver would have good enough reflexes to stop before squishing me. But the bus was too far to run in front of it....so I chased it. And I know that damn driver saw me, but he is a sadist and kept driving. DEUCH BAG. I even shouted at it, and jumped up and down, and just in general made a real prat of myself.

Anyhoo, just then this lady walks out off her house and says "If I drive you to a stop, can you catch the bus?"

O my goodness, I have a guardian angel. Or at least really good bad timing.

Pant pant pant...deep breath, gasp. "Yes please! Thank you soooooo much."

What ensued was a car chase with all the nail biting suspense of watching a plant grow, and all the speed legally possible in a residential area, minus some speed for the caution and good sense of the woman driving the car.

And WE MADE IT! Caught up to that bus, hells ya.
My new old neighbour is now my hero.

When I got on the bus, the driver laughed at me. Fucktard.



Moral of the story: for every asshole out there, their is an equal and opposite type person who is a lovely human being.... hopefully they are around when you miss the bus.