Close call

OK, this is hilarious. Only because I ended up not having to face the repercussions. But another Greyhound passenger and I just had a really close call.

This guy Sean and I had a taste for something other than the microwavable enchiladas they had at the Knoxville bus station. And I also wanted to get a flavor of the town. I'd stayed in Knoxville three months ago, too, and thought differently of it compared to the backward towns I was badmouthing earlier.

So we ditched the bus and walked a couple blocks away to Urban Bar, a place some local recommended. Sounds good enough to me. Well, I had a couple of Shiner Bocks, and Sean (age 49) couldn't get served because he didn't have his ID (he blamed Greyhound for losing it for him yesterday). And we both had chicken wraps with Cajun hot sauce. And it was fun.

But as we walked back to the station we spotted our bus in motion, backing up out of its spot and ready to take off! All our stuff was on board. Of course, we were able to flag the bus down, and all's well that ends well. No, no lesson learned at all. It was just a lot of fun. The thing surprised me by taking off on time, maybe a tad ahead of schedule. We played it just right.

Just right.

Nashville or bust!