Today I did something so dumb, but such a very typical-me kind of thing to do, and that is to get lost. What happened was:
I had to go to someone's house but I had to get there from the city and they lived somewhere I've never gone to via public transport before. So, like anyone in my generation, I googled how to get there the night before, so when it was time, I was able to catch the right tram.
Before hopping on the tram, I asked the driver whether it went (let's call the street 'Baker street') past Baker street, and he said yes. So I'm like "great" and found a seat and was happily in the tram. A girl complimented my tee-shirt and I'm like "yeah, I've got this!"
It went past Baker street and the tram driver indicated that this is the stop, so I got off. Started walking down the street and the house numbers were in the 200's. I wanted to get to a house in the double digits, but I thought "it's a nice day, I don't mind walking" so I pleasantly walked down Baker street knowing I still had time to get there without rushing.
I reach past the number I was meant to go to and was thinking "this is weird. I can't see her house. Actually, none of this looks familiar." But unlike everyone in my generation, I have no clue how to use the internet on my phone to see where on earth I was. So I go into a milk bar and say I'm lost and tell him where I'm meant to be. I'm meant to be is Baker street, suburb Butcher (I'm going for the nursery rhyme theme for names). Well the guy looked at me with sympathy and probably amusement when he said "this is Baker street, suburb Candlestick."
Oh great... well, that's just typical. So I had to retrace my steps by sprinting (the amount of times I ran today is ridiculous. It can't be healthy to run that much) back to the tram stop, wait for the next tram, phone my friend to tell her that I'm sorry I'm running late now, finally catch the tram and get off at the other Baker street that the previous tram driver didn't tell me about.
My entrance to the person's house was me out of breath from running to her house from the tram, probably bright red because I was boiling and sweaty, while being the last person to arrive so everyone was lounging around and looking so relaxed and waiting for me to arrive. They got there just fine.
I had to go to someone's house but I had to get there from the city and they lived somewhere I've never gone to via public transport before. So, like anyone in my generation, I googled how to get there the night before, so when it was time, I was able to catch the right tram.
Before hopping on the tram, I asked the driver whether it went (let's call the street 'Baker street') past Baker street, and he said yes. So I'm like "great" and found a seat and was happily in the tram. A girl complimented my tee-shirt and I'm like "yeah, I've got this!"
It went past Baker street and the tram driver indicated that this is the stop, so I got off. Started walking down the street and the house numbers were in the 200's. I wanted to get to a house in the double digits, but I thought "it's a nice day, I don't mind walking" so I pleasantly walked down Baker street knowing I still had time to get there without rushing.
I reach past the number I was meant to go to and was thinking "this is weird. I can't see her house. Actually, none of this looks familiar." But unlike everyone in my generation, I have no clue how to use the internet on my phone to see where on earth I was. So I go into a milk bar and say I'm lost and tell him where I'm meant to be. I'm meant to be is Baker street, suburb Butcher (I'm going for the nursery rhyme theme for names). Well the guy looked at me with sympathy and probably amusement when he said "this is Baker street, suburb Candlestick."
Oh great... well, that's just typical. So I had to retrace my steps by sprinting (the amount of times I ran today is ridiculous. It can't be healthy to run that much) back to the tram stop, wait for the next tram, phone my friend to tell her that I'm sorry I'm running late now, finally catch the tram and get off at the other Baker street that the previous tram driver didn't tell me about.
My entrance to the person's house was me out of breath from running to her house from the tram, probably bright red because I was boiling and sweaty, while being the last person to arrive so everyone was lounging around and looking so relaxed and waiting for me to arrive. They got there just fine.
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