Standing on a Corner

“Standing on a corner, waiting for a bus. Looks like somebody forgot about us.”– Violent Femmes, Waiting for a Bus

As I said, there is a shuttle that will come near my house when I don’t have a ride to work, and take me there. Luckily, I am on its route. Anja was kind enough to set it all up so they knew to look for me Monday morning, across from the OHR (Office of the High Representative) sign. Easy landmark, sizable fellow. What could go wrong? People who ride the bus were even told to look for me.

The shuttle is not so much of a bus, as it is a van. It was to go by near 8:20. I got down there at 8:05, figuring the time given was a loose framework, and I did not want to miss it.

8:05. 20. 25. 30. 40. 50. 8:50.

I walked, and arrived at 9:10-5. (Quite a contrast to the long walk, to be sure!)

I was a little annoyed, but wasn’t too concerned. I wasn’t the one who had goofed. It turns out a driver was sent to look for me, and several people called. The shuttle people had seen me, but it totally skipped their minds. A fellow, who didn’t recognize me, even drove by thinking, ‘An international trying to cross the street for OHR.’

I received an apology, and you can bet I was first in line for the shuttle home.

Posted by Andrew     

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