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I ask the lady at the bus stop when the bus is coming. She says now, but then oh wait, what time is it? 8:40pm no....something about 20 minutes. 20 minutes more? Ok, so I’ll walk down the hill to another stop where more buses pass by. Then as I am approaching the stoplight (the bus stop is on the other side), there goes the bus that I needed......only about five minutes had passed – not 20. Ok, so, it isn’t THAT far to my flat. Yeah, right. Oh, up ahead there is another bus stop....I’ll wait there. Oh, the wind is cold. This is a creepy industrial part of town. A bus is coming. Good. The bus isn’t stopping. Bad. Alrighty then, guess I’m waiting for the next bus.