See that there, going off into the distance, that's the bus I thought I'd be on, but I missed it. Something in my plans went wrong and I was 10 seconds too late, close, but not close enough. And here's the thing - I could have really done with being on that bus, I was running a little late and there were loads of seats free.
Of course I could have caught the bus if I'd run for it. But I never run for buses. Or any other public transport for that matter. Never ever. I never let them think I need them so badly, that they're in charge so absolutely, that I'd abandon my diginity so readily as to chase after them begging them to wait for me. Instead I just read my book and waited for the next one, it came soon enough.