The narrator takes public transportation to commute to work each week. On this particular Monday, they barely miss their preferred direct bus route and have to take a longer route involving transfers. Their late backup bus is also late, but eventually arrives. During the ride, the bus driver gets lost and drives in the wrong direction before passengers correct them. They arrive safely at their destination, but the bus driver's confusion adds time to their commute.

1. Monday, meet the CCT. CCT, this is my good friend Monday morning. Now you two place nice, and don’t try to screw up my getting to work TOO much now, ya hear?

2. That’s right, it’s Monday morning and another week of the two hour commute. Can you believe I’ve been doing this a week? I’m kinda amazed. Anyways, I was up early (thanks to my cold room at the shelter, stupid heating!) and off to a great start. I got to Kensington on time, had a seamless transfer at Five Points, and just to make the transit gods look down on me in favor, I threw away someone else’s trash that they had left on the train (ew!) What could go wrong?

3. I was three minutes late for the 10b. See, from Arts Center, I can take the 10b straight to the office, with no transfers, and it drops me off right in front of my office building. It doesn’t get much better than that nice charter bus with cozy seats. If I catch it, then I get a 30 minute nap before work. Problem with the 10b is that the last one runs at 8:05. So if I miss it, then it’s waiting on the next 10 to get up to the Cumberland Transfer to get on the 50 that takes me to Powers Ferry to cross the street and walk up the hill to the office. Which puts me 15 minutes behind schedule. O well, I still get to work.

4. But wait! Do my eyes deceive me? Five minutes late, my 10b arrives. Whoopie! PS – in a week, this is only the second time that I’ve actually caught the 10b.

5. I think it’s an omen when your bus is late. The transit gods weren’t smiling on me, or maybe they just wanted to entertain me. kinda funny what pops up when you google search omen

6. So the awesome bus driver gets us loaded up and we’re off! Then we’re hollering. “Where are you going?” “No! Take 17th street!” “Get on the interstate!” “You’re supposed to take 75!” Actually, I’m listening to the Constellations, other folks are yelling. But sure enough, our bus is going south down Peachtree, towards downtown. I’m pretty sure Cobb county is above Midtown, if you check the map.

7. After discussing where the bus driver should turn, we drive past the Midtown station and my buddy Dave’s place (way off base, mind you), we finally get on 75 north. Great. Back to my nap. A little while later, we’re at the CTC. For you folks who don’t hang out in the ‘burbs too often, that’s the Cumberland Transfer Center. We do our thing, pull out, and I’m feeling pretty good about this ride. Then, our bus driver du jour starts asking us what the route is. For reals? apparently MS word thinks confusion is another word for drunk.

8. Now I’m paying attention. We make it through most of the trip without any hiccups, then we get down to the last three people on the bus when she asks where to go from here.

9. See, that’s me, curly hair. “Go straight, turn right onto Windy Hill, then right onto Powers Ferry to Wildwood.” “But ain’t I supposed to take Circle 75 North?” “Uhm, this is Circle 75.”

10. At least I made it to work.