There goes the train...

I couldn’t believe I missed it. I was half way there with only two minutes left and no cab in sight. And even more, I was on the wrong street and loaded with several backpacks that weighted a ton. I didn’t know what to do! Putting everything down I fumbled for my cell and tried to call a friend. After speaking with him I knew I wouldn’t make it. So ending the call, I typed in another number and as I heard the voice on the other end everything spilled out. There I was, crying in the middle of the street surrounded by a mountain of bags and several curious people. After a while I called another number and a new flood of tears came as I heard yet another familiar voice.


All I know is that it took me half an hour to get there, a whole hour back and that I was crying the entire way.