home for the holidays

heading towards the ticket kiosk, i make a panicked look. My distress catches the attention of a particularly jolly Greyhound employee. The computer is overheated and cranky, opting to deny my credit card. I make more panic looks as my 2pm is looking more like 2:30. This man about 'hound sends a page to hold the bus for me. A small Christmas miracle. I watch something on Bob Dylan and am truly grateful that my first trip to DC in 2008 will be in a car.