Ran to the bus stop, never on time

So clearly my life is some sort of bad comedy movie.

This morning I was leaving my building and saw the bus pulling up to the stop so I went to run for it. Any time I do this is pretty harrowing, because I have to run across the street, which invariably has an oncoming cab to dodge, then I have to leap 2 2-foot high chain fences. It's seriously a sight to see.

So I'm doing my usual chase scene: I run across the street, luckily I have enough time to get across before the next vehicle. Then I jump the first fence: piece of cake. When I get to the second fence, I'm starting to run out of wind because I did a bunch of squats yesterday and my legs aren't in the best shape. Also, as it turns out, there's a tree right next to it. As I'm jumping up, a branch actually manages to catch my hat and rip it off of my head. Now keep in mind that by this time the bus has loaded all its passengers and the door is closing. So I jump back over the fence, grab my hat, and get to the bus just short of having to run alongside pounding on the door.

I'm sure that I was a total spectacle to the people on the bus. My hair was in disarray, I was clutching my hat and fumbling to open my ID holder to show the bus driver my UCID. Then, in true CTA fashion, the bus takes off at full speed as I'm still finding a seat. I hit a slippery spot about halfway down the bus and nearly fall on my ass. By this time I'm panting, wild-eyed, and laughing my ass off. Eventually I calm down and plop onto a seat.

Of course, all this drama did was to get me to work about 10 minutes earlier than otherwise, which I'm wasting anyway writing this blog.