I found this in my drafts... And I don't know why I never posted it. So here is the story! ( originally written on 1/31/12) So I have class from 8:30-9:20 in the McKay Education Building on Tuesdays and Thursdays. (Far south campus) I have to catch the Bus (Route 811) at 9:32 on the far North Side of campus by the round-a-bout. My teacher let out class 5 minutes late, and I didn't even at this point know where the bus stop was. So naturally, when I have a problem, I call my dad. As I was crossing campus, he helped me figure out where the bus stop was. Neither of us thought I would make the bus, despite how swiftly I was walking. But I exited the Browning Building at 9:32 and saw the bus at the stop. I booked it. I was running as fast as I could because the next bus didn't come until 10:30, and that is the time I had to be at work. Just as I approach the stop, the bus starts to pull away and enter the round-a-bout. I (out of breath) knocked on the bus door and the bus driver let me on, although he sort of scolded me for it. (According to mu itinerary, I was too take the 811 bus which would take me to the Timpanogas Transit Center by University Mall. I would wait for 18 minutes, and then board the 850 line which travels state street.) But right after I boarded the bus, it immediately jumped on the freeway. I seriously started crying. I was alone, and I had a feeling I was definitely on the wrong bus. But I thought possibly it was going to exit at 800 N and pick up a few more stops so I waited for a sec....then we passed all Orem exits, and Lindon, and Pleasant Grove. So I called my dad who immediately left his office, and jumped in the car to come find me. I asked the bearded man next to me where this bus was going, he said Salt Lake. I started crying again. I am typically not one to cry but I was sort of unsure as to where I was going to end up. Finally, the bus exited at American Fork main, crossed a few overpasses, a few cornfields, some farms, and stopped at the frontrunner station. That is where I got off. I sat there and waited for my dad to come pick me up. I sat and sat until he finally showed up to save the day. Totally embarrassing. But a good story to tell.
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