Tragedy Then Triumph

The other day I had a good day walking. The morning walk consisted of walking to downtown Stamford.  From there I took the bus to Glenbrook and proceeded to walk to Springdale.

I then headed back to my house going by Sleepy Hollow Park.  I envy the people living on the east side of the park.  They have no cut thru traffic. It must be nice to live on a quiet street in Springdale.

That afternoon I walked up to Trader Joe’s. I was on the lookout for nice plants and a different soy sauce. No luck on either.

I then decided to go downtown and see if the Japanese store Maruichi might have some different soy sauce. They did. I bought an aromatic soy sauce. A nice change in taste.

At that point I have walked over twelve miles and I am going to take the bus home. It is fifteen minutes until the bus arrives. 

I am not one to stand around and wait.  I start walking again and plan on catching the bus a couple of stops closer to home.

I am waiting for the light to turn green.  The bus stop is just on the other side of the road and I have two minutes till the bus arrives.  As I cross the road the bus 331 passes me by. Just tragic, all my calculations for nothing.  The next bus is twenty minutes away.

I started walking again. I really did not feel like walking the last mile and half to get home but I did not want to stand around.

One minute into the walk I heard a horn honk. I look back to see why the person is honking.  I am gathering information on why there is so much honking in Stamford.

It was my bus 331 the driver saw me and she knew I wanted to catch the bus and let me know she was passing me.  I waved and ran to the bus stop and joyfully sat down on the bus. Triumph snatched from Tragedy. The Stamford Bus Drivers are the best.  They are always looking out for me and my fellow passengers