Sometimes things just go your way.

When things are moving ahead of you, and your trying to catch that thing, it is hard to catch it if you are moving at the same speed as that thing. Something needs to happen to slow the thing or speed you up. Most of the time, in real life, it is impossible to make the latter happen since you are the human one, with finite levels of speed. But the previous, which you have no control over, does slow at times, making that thing you were chasing actually possible.

Today and most days I commute by bus. I take two buses to and from my destination. To miss a bus means to wait a range of five minutes up to twenty. During mornings, I actually don't mine waiting a bit longer or driving a bit slower. Yet when coming home, time feels very crucial.

Walking down my hill today I catch a glimpse of my bus heading away from me as I turned round the corner. So I catch another ten minutes from then.

When I get to the bus tunnel, what do I see? Well it is a bus needed to reach my destination, right in-front the bus I am traveling in. Most of the time it would be impossible for me to catch that bus ahead. But somehow in the University street tunnel, there was an opportunity, I politely asked to driver if she could honk the bus down, which she thankfully did, I got out ran about thirty feet to back entrance and was on my way, on time for the day ahead of me.

Going home I had a similar situation. Now more urgent to go home, inside a bus going to downtown, I see my ride home ahead, with another barrier blocking me, it is an eastbound bus which makes a stop not further down the tunnel as the rest of the buses. The bus I am in must now stop twice, once when the eastbound bus stops and once more at where it normally stops.

I get out in westlake station, run forward hopeing that there is a stoppage that slows my bus, but seeing that the buses brakelights dissapear, I hop inside the eastbound bus that was affecting my travel.

In the next station both buses reach their respective stops at the same time. The bus I am in about fifthy yards behind my bus, so I dash forward with my tired legs worn from wind sprints yesterday, and make it in time.

Anymore sprinting could result in a stress fracture. I need a rest. What was the point of this post?