The e-ticket from the bus company said that people should arrive twenty minutes early in order to keep their reservation priority. The pickup point was 1.5 km from my residence. I was taking no chances, though. If I missed the bus, I had no idea how I'd get to New York without spending way too much on a plane ticket! I requested a cab for 5:00 AM (meep!), giving myself _plenty_ of time to get there.
Too much time, apparently.
As it turns out, waiting alone on the sidewalk at 5:10 in the morning is nerve-wracking, even in Toronto. Toronto feels like a generally safe city (compared to Manila, at least!), but I was still pretty nervous. Someone with a thick Irish accent asked me for help getting back to Oakville. I normally don't give people money because, well, I haven't sorted out the best response to panhandlers yet, but I was just so rattled that I gave him the smallest amount I had. Didn't have any coins, so I ended up giving him CAD 10. Fortunately, he headed off after that...
... but then I was sitting on the sidewalk, shivering, scared, and more than a little worried that the bus might not actually show up. After all, I wasn't going with an established company like Greyhound. Knowing that I'd charged it to Visa and could dispute the charge just in case they scammed me was small comfort waiting there at 5:15 in the morning with no bus in sight.
And that was one of the times I felt really, really, really lucky to have friends I can call at 5:17 in the morning. Jedediah Smith lived closest to the intersection. Although I knew he wasn't really a morning person and he'd probably need the sleep, I called him up anyway. I was starting to get really nervous.
And he came, and that was awesome. =) We chatted for a bit before the bus showed up. It turned out to be non-dodgy. Whew! But it was wonderful having company. =)
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