This morning my bus driver turned off at the roundabout before my stop by mistake.
I said 'oh it's cool I can walk it if you want'. He said he was happy to go back but accepted the offer - since that way I guess he would keep to his schedule.
I thought he was going to pull over by the side of the road.
No. He instead he stopped about a mile away from my work.
Still I had the warm glow of 'I helped a stranger'. The whole 'I am truly great' Seinfeld thing.
Yeah, that glow ended after two hundreds metres. After that point I had the shits.