On Tuesday, I was running late getting out. I had wanted to put up the BTF poster at work, and I kept on getting distracted. So I got out, and it's foggy, and I ran and ran, and got near to the bus stop only to see my bus sailing away.
I practically CRIED. I was tired, the fog was getting worse, I'd been runnning, and it meant waiting in that horrible fog for half an hour before the next bus. So I complained to God. "I want to go HOME!" I didn't ask for anything, I just whinged (I'm good at that).
And then I saw the most glorious sight. Bus 624. The driver had seen me, had gone around the block, and HAD COME BACK FOR ME.
I got home at my normal time! Praise God!