I don’t know what it is but every time I take leave and come home something has to go wrong. Like the time I signed up for a spot on the bus that goes to the Narita Airport. What happened was I lost my seat and had to catch a ride from a stranger to get to the train station and take it to the Airport. I didn’t know how to get there nor did I know how to read Japanese. Great combination, huh?
I managed to get to the right station and the ticket said “Platform 10.” Well, I was there. Time came and a train I thought would be mine zipped past me. My first reaction was, “uhh…. wasn’t that mine?… oh ****, that IS MINE!” and started sprinting 100 feet to see that there was ANOTHER “Platform 10.” Sheesh.
Then this last time I was told to be at a certain location at 10AM but at 9:30 I realized I didn’t have my other paperwork that my administration people were suppose to include in my package. I had to get to my squadron to pick it up and catch the bus by 10AM. I got there in time with 10 minutes to spare. 5 minutes later I asked some people where the bus was headed because I had a feeling I was in the wrong place but just didn’t want to say it.
They told me the bus was going to Narita but I’m suppose to be going to Yakota! Then they told me it was at another location. So I did one of those things where you feel silly and give them a silly smile as you back away and turn around to walk calmly and then sprint. I ran to the other location to find out they didn’t stop there, came back and found out the bus didn’t come until 11. So yeah, I thought I was going to miss the bus.
I obviously don’t get along with transportation… or buses to be exact.
Don’t believe me?
It was when I first joined the Navy. I was in charge of 5 other people, including all of our paperwork – plane tickets and everything, and I was escorting them to the DFW airport to fly to Chicago, IL for our boot camp training. Well, when we got to the airport we got off and everyone was accounted for. Great, right? I checked my pocket to pull out my ID. Nothing. Apparently, I had dropped it from my pocket because I was laying down on the bus (I had wind breakers that didn’t have back pockets, just the side ones). So I calmly placed my things down and told everyone to hold on just a second. I turned around, walked out side and started sprinting in the direction of the bus. It turned the corner so I had to run through the parking lot and jump off the side that was about 20 feet high (talk about the perfect candidate for the military, huh?). I rolled and continued chasing down the bus. I got to the side of it and pounded on the door and scared the crud out of the driver (he even admitted it, lol). I then got my wallet and jogged back to the others.
You see what I mean now though? I have a thing with buses.
So yeah, I’m finally home now. It’s really nice being back. I get to see my wonderful wife, who’s sitting across from me right now, and I get to see my family from both sides everyday. We’re taking care of things here and getting ready to go to South Carolina. It looks like a big long journey ahead of us but we’re looking forward to doing it all together.