Taking the DART to work

I've got a story for ya Ags! (If this means nothing to you, don't fret but it is the moment at yell practice (Aggie pep rally) just prior to the start of an awesome probably funny story).

On Friday morning, I got up tossed Lily in the backseat of the car and took off for the car shop. My AC wasn't working and it was a little less than 1/2 mile home so I decided that it would be a great idea to drive there and jog back with the dog. This part of the morning was relatively uneventful so that was nice. I got home and got ready for work, I decided that I had always wanted to take the DART (Dallas's rail) to work so this was a pretty good chance to do that.

I finally get ready and I head out the door, rocking out to my christmas music. As I walk up to the station I see the train that I need go past... clearly I should have looked at the schedule because now I have to wait. I wait for the next train, about 20 minutes. This wasn't that bad at all, I mostly just sat there and waited and read the book I brought for just this purpose. Once the train arrived I hopped on and then rode into downtown Dallas, this took about 35 minutes.

On the DART reading and enjoying the lack of traffic

From this point on the story becomes something that would only happen to me. I walked downstairs to get on the bus that would take me to my office. This bus only comes once an hour after 10AM, clearly I am running just a bit late... I opt to wait 10 minutes for the next bus instead of the 15 minute walk though a really really creepy area of Dallas. The bus comes and I get on, I get out my book and I am just reading and waiting. As we go down the street that my office is on, I put the book down and wait for him to stop... yeah I had no idea that you have to push a button or pull a string to tell him to stop. So I watch several stops go by and finally I say "I thought there were stops on this road" to which the driver responds "there were three did you want to get off?"

As I stand to get off the bus quite a bit down the road I turn to the guys on the bus and say "clearly this was my first time on the bus, I am sure that I will get it right next time". I heard a few chuckles as I got off of the bus. I will admit that the 90 minute trip into the office is not what I had originally planned for the morning but it happens. It is nice to know that I can make it into work on the DART but I should maybe bring a friend next time.