Of course on this day, I don't see a bus right away which means I am forced to walk until one passes. Sure, I could stand around and wait for one to pass by me but I am, by nature, an incredibly impatient person and if I'm not making any forward momentum to wherever it is I am going, then I get all antsy and agitated. Best to keep moving. Because the pack is giant and overburdened, it bangs the back of my legs as I walk so Isla and I limp, Quasimodo style, down the road in the scalding hot sun until for about a quarter of a mile before I hear the welcome "beep, beep" of the #1 bus. We hop in, both of us sweaty messes, and for the rest of the ride home I play the "who or where IS that stench coming from?" game. (No, it was not me).