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I ended up taking the wrong bus #31 from Malcha yesterday. It didn't stop at Golumb/Pat. It didn't stop until we were at the Government Office Complex aka Kiryat Memshala. I tried to catch a #14 from there to the Katamonim, but missed it by less than a minute. So I went to the stop for the #31 in the other direction and saw I could catch a #6 to Pat/Golumb. The bus took ages to arrive, but once it did I got to the junction pretty quickly and made my connection, but when I got to Matan it was too late to walk into the class.
Now I've learned my lesson, two lessons.
One is a reminder to always ask the driver. Bus routes change, and memories are faulty.
Everyone makes stupid mistakes. That includes me.
Considering that I got to Jerusalem safely, neither accidents nor terror attacks, and any of those really bad things could have made me late. I really enjoyed how half the bus joined in trying to suggest solutions to my travel snafu.
I was lucky to benefit from a lull in the rain after classes to walk all the way to the center of Jerusalem. I was even able to have my lunch in Liberty Bell Park.
On the whole it was a great day, and I'll just have to listen to a recording of the missed lesson.