BUS!

Once upon a time there was a little girl who wanted to go to choir practice. She did her research and figured out how to get there on the bus. She discovered that there was a hard way involving a tram, a transfer, and a walk, and an easy way with one direct bus. She chose the easy way.

Twice, she successfully took the easy 30 minute bus ride to choir and back again. But on this particular morning, things would work out otherwise.

On this particular morning, her husband offered her the car so she could drive to choir instead. 'Oh no, thanks anyway, that's too complicated', she said. 'The bus is much simpler'. But this is Sweden and nothing is as easy as it first appears to be.

She missed the bus. Oh well. The monitor listed 3 other #58 busses. She decided to hop on the next one. It would mean arriving a little late to 9 am choir practice, but at least she'd get there. She wondered why all 3 #58 busses were not called the same thing, but this is Sweden etc. She found out why.

At 9am, the bus driver announced that this was the last stop and that everyone should get off. The little girl was not at her stop. She was somewhere along the route but still a ways away. Nothing else to do but start walking. Fortunately the sun was shining. Fortunately she was wearing running shoes. Fortunately it was a pretty neighbourhood to walk through. Fortunately the roads looked familiar.

45 minutes later, she arrived at choir in time for Swedish Christmas carols and really good brownies.

Next week, she's going to make sure she's at her bus stop in loads of time to catch the correct #58 bus.