That was crazy...

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...insane, whatever you want to call it. (WARNING: this is going to be a LONG post!@_@!!) I got off work at 4:15. It is now 11:16 p.m. After work I went to catch the bus, happy with myself that I was on time. Then when I looked in my purse, I couldn't find my Clipper card (a card I load with cash to pay the bus fare), so I walked back to work and looked where I'd put my bag, and then looked in my purse, and then saw in in a place in my purse I evidently hadn't looked. Back to the bus stop to wait another hour, because I had missed the first bus. The bus I caught went into a town 23 miles from where I live, and at one point the driver stopped and ordered everyone to get off, because it was her break time and she couldn't take us all with her. Also, she'd be back. So we all got off, and I sat at the bus stop where she'd dumped us, waiting for her to come back. A city bus came by, and I think it may have come by a second time when the driver got off and asked what bus I was waiting for. I told him, and he told me I needed to be at the bus stop across the street. I went over there, and soon the same driver came back, and got out of his bus with a bus schedule and showed me that the next (and last bus of the day) would not be there until 8:30 p.m., and I should go over to the Whole Foods nearby and get a coffee or something so I wouldn't be out in the increasingly chilly air, but I needed to be sure I was back there at 8:30! So, I went over to the Whole Foods, stopped in the "little girl's" room, and bought a big salad with my EBT (food stamp) card, and went back to the bus stop. After sitting a few minutes a guy I run into now and again came by, and I told him what my predicament was, and he offered to sit with me while I waited for the bus. A bus finally came, but then the guy stopped a few yards from the bus stop. The guy I knew went to talk to him, and when he came back he told me that this driver was taking a break, but said he'd be back in 10 minutes. It was a l-o-o-o-ong ten minutes, but finally the driver got back in the bus and picked us both up. The guy I knew said he had to go to his mother's house and get some things, so he got on, too. So I'm on the bus, and getting home seemed to take forever, but I told myself I was on the bus, heading home, so it was okay. At one point and older gentleman got on, and we started talking (the guy I knew had started talking to some friends that got on the bus). The older man started talking about the way the bus went, and where he lived (also in Petaluma, where I live), and telling me ways I could go home once I got off the bus. I sure as heck wasn't going to walk home at 10 p.m., so I said I'd get off where he got off and call a Lyft (like an Uber/rideshare thing) to go home. The bus driver dropped us off at a place the older man didn't expect, but it wasn't too far from where he lived, and he stayed with me while I called a Lyft. We were at one of those circles that drivers go around, and each time one would pass the man would go "Not that one." "Not that one." At one point a guy in a Lyft car actually stopped. He asked my name, and then when I told him, he said, "You're not the one I'm picking up." and drove off. Seriously!? So, I called another Lyft, and the man stayed with me until it came, and while we were talking we introduced ourselves to each other--he said his name was Russell. I saw the car that was supposedly coming to pick me up (on the app it shows a map with a little dot where I am and then a car coming down the different streets, and occasionally it says "Your driver is -- minutes away." It took a while, but the Lyft finally showed up. I thanked Russell, got in the car, and came home! Crazy, crazy, crazy. But, I thought a few times during all of this, "All things work together for good..." and I wondered what God had seen ahead that I didn't. Anyway, I am home, and I am going to bed! Good night from here, and I will "see" you myLotters when it's tomorrow here in California!