*Arielle*
What was supposed to be a simple four-hour bus ride took nearly double that and then some, meaning that I left my New Hampshire bus stop at eight in the morning and finally reached my Vermont bus stop at six in the evening. Which is ridiculous? But really? Should I have expected anything less? Should I have expected some good fortune? That stuff is pretty scarce for me lately! The chance to shower, at a bus station of all places, not withstanding.
See, when buses break down, they REALLY break down. I was staring out of the window, avoiding eye contact and conversation but keeping track of everyone in my peripheral vision when a puff of black smoke rose in front of the bus. I felt my pulse quicken and my heartbeat in my temple. I thought
