Karma, you gotta love it..!

I don't know exactly when it began, but I suspect it stared when the bus driver pulled over at Point Richmond to give us the message "this has never happened before." Turns out the bus lost all its power due to something unexplainable, leaving us waiting for a new one for forty minutes without AC on the hottest day so far in the East Bay. As I noticed drops of sweat running down my back, I started laughing. My desperate attempt to impress my new friend by showing up ten minutes early, failed. Big time. I ended up arriving thirty minutes late, distressed, and soaked. Oh, the delights of public transportation!

On my way back home, I get a call from my landlord. Turns out my clogged toilet, which I assumed would gladly receive any biofuel upon my return, still refuses to co-operate. Trying to be ladylike, I had of course resisted the desire to make use of my new friends bathroom. Big mistake. Thankfully, a great friend swooped me away to the closest bar within an hour. Where we stayed until the lights came on.

Then came the return to my Oakland home. Due to an alcohol consumption slightly above average, I suspect my friend no longer trusted my coordinates. Instead, she used  the new map function on her phone. Even bigger mistake. Suddenly, we were on a bridge. Wait a minute, there is no bridge over to my house. We're going to San Francisco! What!? It took us two rounds over the water, before I finally got back to my bed. By that time I needed to use the bathroom again.