The Third Bus

I had to trasfer bus in a foreign city today.

I knew it took time to take bus in such hurry moment so I asked a Vietnam woman did their bus go to my destination. She said no. Then I left. But she called me later and asked me again where I wanted to go. Since she couldn't understand my pronounciation. I repeated several times.
And then I found the first bus passed away in the back of us. I missed the first bus because of the enthusiastic woman.

Then I kept walking further and waiting to the coming of the second bus.
I waited for a while and thanked to the cloudy day.
then one of my coworker called me.
It's hard to hear his sound by the road so I moved.
When I finished talking just for one minute and back to the road, and found the second bus left too surprisingly.
I ran a bit for chasing it but it's too late!
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I had a little regrettable and rediculous feeling, of course the two people don't know it's not right time to talk to me at all. It's me should know that though.

Then, I stood by a park and the odor of the leaves were so charming so I couldn't help but turning my head to smell them. And there are often something fun on the street scenes.
However, I knew this time I had to concentrate on the road.
Chinese say more than three means too many.

Finally I took the third bus and found that the time for waiting was much more than taking the bus!