Busosaurus

So, for some reason, my post from Tuesday wasn't...posted. This hilarious anecdote should be shared with everyone, so I post it again:

This morning was my first adventure at Carleton University. Aptly titled 'Carleton Serves', it involved me and 12 others leaving the school at 7:30 for the Ottawa Food Bank. There, I lugged boxes around all day, and folded 1500 paper bags (with my partners in crime; Alia, Jessica, Tamara, Jill and Emily).
Surprise, that was not the funny part of my day.
No, that came later, after I was dirty and exhausted, and JUST WANTED TO GET HOME.
I got on the bus.

You aren't laughing.

Good.

Going to high school in Barrie, I learned quickly that IF YOU SIT ON A BUS LONG ENOUGH, IT WILL GET YOU WHERE YOU WANT. Don't believe me? Try it. In Barrie, everything runs in a circle. Get on the Downtown bus, and it goes downtown then uptown, downtown then uptown. Not so with Ottawa buses.
I assumed (I know, I know ass-u-me...) that if I took the same route as I take in the morning, only BACKWARDS, it would get me home.
I got on the OTrain. I arrived at Bayview. Step One completed. I jumped on the 95 Orleans, as I do in the mornings. Then it went terribly wrong.
Do you KNOW where Orleans is?
ONE AND A HALF HOURS AWAY (by bus)
Instead of soon arriving at the Fallowfield Station, I arrived in Orleans. I told the bus driver where I was headed, and then he LAUGHED at me and closed the doors.
Then, I saw the 95 Fallowfield.
Hmmmm.....number 95...Fallowfield Station.....by George, she's got it.
2 hours later, I arrived home.
Stupid bus.