Adventure seems to follow me even when I'm not traveling.
My son has been assigned a new school bus, and this morning on our way to the stop he said:
"Mom, can you check if it's the right place?"
"I already checked."
"No, can you check on your map app?"
I look at the streets signs, and they say 10th Ave & 110th Pl. "No, see? It's the right intersection."
So we stand and wait, and then a strange suspicion takes hold of me. I take out the paper, and sure enough it says 10th Ave & 110th St.
"Oh my God, you were right!" I say. "It's not place, it's street!"
My son's eyes are round. "It's right there!" He points.
His bus stops a block away and seeing no one, takes off. We scream, cross the street, and bolt, but of course we're too slow. A car is moving our way. An old man's head, dark and wrinkled and smiling, sticks out the window. "You trying to catch the bus? Hop in!"
We do. By the time he turns around, the bus has left. We meander through the neighborhood, stopping walking moms and asking them which way the bus went, end up missing the street they pointed out, get to the main street and there we see its nose from behind the trees. Bobby (the old man) swerves and drives in the opposite lane. When we're level with the bus, he rolls down the window and waves the bus to stop. The bus (we don't even know if it's the right one) screeches to a halt, unfolds the STOP sign and stops all traffic. We jump out of the car and I safely deposit my son on the bus. Then I wonder how I will get home. Bobby waves me down. "You need a ride back?"
He took me all the way home, and I gave him a hug and a kiss, and we chatted a bit, and his rheumy eyes lit up. He blew air into a breathalyzer and told me a story about how he got caught in his driveway stepping out of the car, with keys in hand, but that it's okay, it's almost over, and he should've known better.
I'll never see Bobby again, most likely, but I will remember this little adventure and maybe write it into a book. (Darn, I should've taken a picture of him, I just thought about it now.)
And my son was right, and I was wrong. I should've listened to him. Such a great mom!