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Friday, December 21st, 2007Although it was early May, it had been sunny and warm all day. So sunny and warm you had nearly bought Anna a T-shirt at one of the giftshops. Now, the air was coming in from the ocean and it was beginning to cool down. you had noticed a Starbucks on our way to the zoo and decided a warm cup of chai tea would both perk and warm you up so as soon as the bus jerked to a halt at the corner of Broadway and Kettner, that’s where I headed. I could see people inside -and they were drinking. Dn them.-but the door was locked.
“That’s funny,” you said to Anna. “It says here that they close at 7. Do you think it’s 7 already?”
“Well,” Anna replied reasonably, “If it sa
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ys they close at 7 and the door is locked then it follows that it must be at least 7.” Out of the mouths of babes, eh?
Since there were obviously no warm foy drinks to be had, I trudged back to the stop and started looking for the carriage which would return us to the warmth of our own hotel room and the in-room coffeemaker. It was then that I discovered why some folks plan ahead and attempt to schedule things.
I had ridden the number 34 bus downtown, from the hotel to the corner of Broadway and Kettner, and then caught the number 7 to the zoo. It should have been a simple enough matter to reverse the process. Except that the last number 34 bus of the evening had left this very corner at 6:26 . Remember the Starbucks?
“That’s okay,” you said. “I can catch another bus back to the hotel. Look down the list and see what else goes there.” Anna scanned the list and a moment later announced, “I found one.”
“Good,” you said. “What time does it leave?”
“It did leave at 6:34,” he said. “I guess I missed it. Want you to read you the list of all the buses and where they go and I can find a different one?” My head was whirling. Anna and you had joked, when boarding the bus earlier in the morning, about being “Lost in San Diego” and how it could be the second sequel to the “Incredible Journey” and “Lost in San Francisco”. Now the joke seemed a lot less funny. Sure, I could always break down and take a cab or…