The 7:45 bus is always late . . .

Well, technically it could be on time. And today was a closer call than I liked. I don't like standing in the cold, so I leave my apartment at the last possible minute. Sometimes I run to the bus stop, partially because it creates more body heat. Today I ran because as the light turned yellow, I saw the bus zip through the intersection. What?! Lucky for me, there were two people waiting at the bus stop. Otherwise the bus would have soared right on by. As it was, I was able to run across the street and get on, meanwhile dropping my phone, turning back to pick it up, and trying to retrieve my bus pass from my wallet. Whew! (And this, of course, would be the morning where I actually know people who are on the bus. Do you think they were watching?)