I hopped on the wrong bus yesterday. I felt stupid enough as is, because really, it's almost impossible to mistake the bus I need with the bus I got on, but I wasn't paying attention.
Needless to say that the bus I took drove off in the opposite direction of where I needed to be. AND the first bus stop it was supposed to stop was cut off due to road constructions. So I could only get off at the second stop.
I could've crossed the road and taken the bus back to the station, but I decided to see this as an opportunity and walked to the nearest bus stop the bus I'd actually wanted to get on in the first place.
Got on the bus and to my dad's place (it was his birthday yesterday) and it turned out he had bought apple pie. (MY FATAL WEAKNESS! MY KRYPTONITE! WHY DAD WHY?!) Now, what you need to understand about my dad, is that he actually hates his birthday (or rather, party's and people in general). He's a sweet, loving person, but gets nervous when social events demand of him to chitchat and be nice to everyone. The fact that he had bought apple pie when he knew my brothers and I were coming over (despite the protests that he really, really would be just as happy to spend the evening alone), says that he was secretly very pleased we were all coming to visit him.
So apple pie...
Yeah, I'll admit right away that I'm not really strong enough to resist apple pie. I only ate a very small slice, and it was heavenly, but guilt trip afterwards ofcourse. I was cursing the universe when I totally missed the bus back to the station. First the wrong bus, then apple pie, then missed the bus, which will probably mean me missing the train back home!
Then I decided to walk the 5 kilometres to the station. It was a nice evening and I was going to miss the train anyway, so why not?
End of story: I walked so quickly I made it to the train station just in time to catch my train (which fortunately had a delay of 5 minutes) and realised, while the train was thundering over the tracks, I'd had a pretty good day after all. I got some free extra workouts, and got treated with apple pie as a reward, and most importantly: I got to make my dad happy.
PS: I know my dad sounds (and looks) like a cranky old man, but he's not! He's really sweet and loyal and caring, but he's not really good in showing it to the world.