Well, as it turned out ... the tube station mere feet from my dorm was closed. For the weekend. So I had to get out a station early and revise my plans.
It was raining and cold out, and so my first instinct was to maybe find a cab. Except that there didn't seem to be very many empty cabs on the street. Then I started wondering about buses, but I had no idea which bus to take. At this point, some dude, who was theoretically a cab driver, wandered up to me and asked me if I needed a cab.
I eyed him kind of suspiciously. I mean, if he was a cab driver, where was his cab?
"Yeah, kinda," I responded. "Will you take me to X Station?"
"X Station? Sure, sure, that will be £10."
"£10!! It's a 10 minute walk."
"Sure, if you want to walk it in the rain!"
Um, okay, first of all, WHERE is his cab? Second of all, how does he know it will be £10 without running a meter? Is £10 extortionate for a ten minute walk, or are cabs plated in freaking gold in Britain? Needless to say, I wasn't going to find out. If you know me, you know what I proceeded to do.
I jutted my chin out defiantly and asked him to show me how to get to X Station.
Disbelievingly, he pointed out the street I need to take.
I thanked him, and headed up the street.
Might I remind you that I had TWO suitcases with me? And that a half mile walk without suitcases is quite different from a half mile WITH suitcases?
But I did it. I mean, my arms felt like they were going to fall off by the end, but I did it. And hey, I saved money, carbon emissions, and got some exercise all at the same time!
I mean, I don't recommend that you walk .6 miles with two suitcases. I would imagine you aren't as hasty or as impetuous or stubborn as I am. A sane and rational person would no doubt have figured out which BUS to take.
But, I mean really, since when have I been sane and rational? My craziness is half my charm!
At least that's what I'll be telling myself tomorrow when I wake up tomorrow with incredibly sore arms.