Express-ions

So, I got home from an awesome weekend ready to tackle a new week. However, when I woke up on Tuesday morning, I had a cold, courtesy of my little sister. Thanks Emmy, hope YOU'RE feeling better :). Anyhow, classes are still wonderful, I have a 100% in one class and an 82% in another (yes, I know we've only done one assignment, but still!) Campus for Christ is going all right....haven't been in two weeks, but it's really hard living off campus and staying all day long for an hour long meeting. Midterms coming up soon....luckily I only have two.
Funny story of the day here...and of course, it involves a bus:
I was feeling pretty lousy this afternoon, so right after my psych lecture I bolted for the OTrain station. Decided that the best thing for me was to get home to bed. The OTrain was fine, and as I was standing at the Bayview stop, I saw a bus that said "Fallowfield Express". Well, knowing that Express buses have magical powers that will get me home super fast, I jumped on, and paid the extra dollar. I know...that dollar could have been a coffee. That's how bad I wanted to get home. So, I get on this bus, get a seat, and sit back with my MP3 player.
An hour later, I'm still on the bus. I look out the window, and we're on Merivale. How does that take an hour? I don't know. And then, I look again, and realize that there was an accident, so we've been stopped. Had I taken my normal bus, I would have completely bypassed Merivale...hmmm.
I figure I'll wait, because hey, if this bus will take me right to my doorstep, who am I to complain if it takes awhile.
Half hour later, and I'm still on the stupid bus. Now I'm staring out the window, desperate for any sign of Barrhaven that says I can get out and walk home. Ah! There's Strandherd! A five minute walk from my house (okay, maybe fifteen...or twenty...). I grab the little string that dings the bell and...it falls off the window. That's right. Comes off right in my hand. No ding, either.
By now, we're so far past Strandherd that there's no point.
I stay on the bus. Another half hour later, and I get to Fallowfield Station.
Then I catch another bus.
At 7:00 I get home.
Funny how an express bus can take the most roundabout way home, and deliver me on my doorstep an HOUR LATER than the regular bus?
Which is, by the way, not an extra dollar.
So I get no coffee tomorrow.
Stupid.