Dude, Where's My Bus? Part 1

This particular bus ride separates itself from all of the others because this was not one that was quirky or amusing,but a ride where I meet a couple of extremely interesting people. It all started in my once a week, 3 hour art history class. as much as I love art and history, there is only so much of it I can take continuously before I tune out. By the time we were well into hour 2 I had organized and purchased a spring break flight to Destin, FL with a few friends and made plans to eat cupcakes and watch tv with a good friend of mine after class, with my way of getting there being the Metro. We were getting out of class around 4pm and I thought I would be able to beat the 5 o clock traffic if I started out on my adventure during daylight hours. I walked over to the rail stop nearest to my college (MUUUUUURRRT!!!!) and a train promptly arrived. I hopped off at the downtown transit center and walked over to the corresponding bus stop. I looked to my right, then my left, and there it was! Not even 3mins of waiting the bus rolled proudly down the street before pulling up to the stop. Looking back now I should have known that since things were going so unbelievably smooth it was only inevitable that thing would take a turn for the worse. But while things were still good, I took a seat near the front, opened up a Special K bar, and checked my messages as we went through downtown and headed north.