I thought that I would hop on a bus and go down the street about a mile and do some grocery shopping at one of those big-box complexes that are popping up all over the place.
This made sense to me for several reasons:
- the cupboard is pretty bare right now, and I need to eat.
- the big grocery store has all the stuff I want, at about 5% less than what I usually pay at the store close to my house.
- I usually do nothing at lunch except peruse Ravelry and knit.
- I have plans this evening, and having to buy food was going to seriously cramp my style.
- It was a beautiful sunny day. I wanted to get out of the office.
All in all, a very good experience. I was even going to be back at the office in good time.
So, I was standing at the bus stop, grooving away to the tunes on my Ipod, enjoying the sun, and congratulating myself on planning my time very well. For a change.
You do know that once I had that thought, things were not going to turn out well, right?
I got on the wrong damn bus. One going north, not west. It took me forty minutes to get back from wherever-the-hell-I-was to the office. I'm damn lucky I didn't wind up in Beausejour.
Three buses, some walking, and a fair amount of cursing. Yup, a lovely, if somewhat extended, lunch.