I fly down the pavement, barging old women out of my path. Wait for me! I yell at the hulking bus idling at the roadside.
I make it just in time. I climb on, haggard and panting.
I take my wallet from my back pocket and open it, hands trembling. Frantically I search for the right money. Once again, luck was not on my side.
“Do you have change for a ten?” I ask with trepidation.
He begins to chuckle, then breaks into a full-blown guffaw. Small flecks of spittle hit me as he laughs in my face.