Series of unfortunate events do happen.
Though I’d mentioned that we shouldn’t be letting a forth party know about what happened, I feel inclined to keep a record just so I can look back when I am older and laugh.
A couple of hours ago, 2 of my friends, Sheldon and Philbert, and I were supposed to meet at 2250hr at the bus interchange, service number 10 queue. Unfortunately, Sheldon was late (nothing new, really), arriving only at 2305hr. Prior to his (late) arrival, we’d already missed one bus but since his lateness was anticipated, we couldn’t be bothered.
So there we were in the queue, the only three cool ones. We joked a little, crapped alot, and 20 minutes passed without us realising. Not until we noticed something was amiss — no one else was in the queue except for us. No, this isn’t some lame-arsed ghost story mind you. Alas, Philbert decided to ponder aloud whether it was because no one else wanted to take the bus we were waiting for, or the last bus had left. That split moment after he asked, I checked the bus information plate and there it wrote: 2300hr. Well done — we waited for 20-odds minutes for a bus that would never come in time for us to reach our destination punctually. I could almost picture the passengers from other queues mocking quietly at us for being retarded!
All right, just a setback, execute plan B then: Hop on the next possible bus service(and that would be service number 31) that would bring us to a place where we could change to another bus(this, 14) to continue our journey. Smart isn’t it? I thought so. Right then, the bus came and we boarded it, half-aware of where we would alight. So we debated on the bus and came to a conclusion (thanks to me, really!). Sweet.
Just as the bus was nearing the bus stop, service number 14 was ahead and all we needed to do was to run to board it. Before alighting 31, I asked Philbert(Why him? Because when you only have him, Sheldon and myself to ask for directions, he’s your best bet as I’m a direction-idiot and the other, is retarded) if it was the right route, or we had to cross the road. He answered with confidence, “yes, confirm correct” (though he denied later on, Sheldon was my eye-witness!). Everything was going so smoothly; finally we were getting to our destination! Whew!
On bus service number 14 with a peace of mind, we joked and crapped more. We passed by a friend’s house and were discussing if we should stop for some bar-chor-mee (minced meat noodle) before continuing, which of course didn’t happen. Then we went on laughing about our blunders when suddenly Philbert became very aware of our surrounding and turned to us, saying gravely, “I think this bus is going to the bedok interchange…”.
WTF? The bus was moving in the wrong direction altogether! Damn Philbert insisted that it was the right route! Sigh, so we finally reached the interchange, only just in time to catch up with the last service 14 departing the interchange. And luckily my ezLink had enough credits to last me that many trips, leaving me with 24cents now.
If only we had heeded the advice of Xiaoye to take a cab, we could have spent less on transport and took 10-15 minutes instead of an hour.
Oh, and we concluded that from previous experiences(eg: bringing us into the wrong theatre in the cinema, unneccessarily alighting a stop earlier when we were selling ice-creams, etc) accumulated, Philbert is a bad leader and nothing goes right whenever he leads. I pray for his platoon mates in army. And you’ve been warned.
Aight, I’m heading to bed now. It’s been a long day night. ;)
PS: Philbert, don’t worry we still love you!