The bus is on time?
Woke up, checked the bus times, got dressed, packed the laptop, hauled ass and missed the bus by … maybe, twenty-five seconds. And before you start getting any ideas, the bus was early — I was on time.
Now sitting in a heated, wireless-connected bus stop, waiting for the next bus which should arrive in six minutes (except that one will probably be late…)
Tags: bus, hauling ass, Iceland
