my own personal Twilight Zone

my day was going okay ( before i stepped into another dimension, i mean.) now, i've been going to Texas Tech for approximately 50 years so i'm well aware of the regular bus routes. so i'm waiting at one of the bus stops waiting for the only bus that makes that particular stop, and when it arrives, i step on. i don't look to see what bus it actually is, and even if i had tried, i wouldn't have been able to see it because some bus designing genius (probably a Tech grad) covered the side LED display with advertisements. the only way to see the name of the bus route is to stand directly in front of the bus. this location is not the ideal place to be in relation to a two ton, moving block of metal. i immediately notice we take a different turn on campus, but i assume the reason for the detour is the Lady Raider game this evening. apparently it's being broadcast nationally, and Texas Tech officials want to project a semblance of a functional campus parking design so they often block streets, parking lots, and entrances in hopes that viewers near and far will not see the reality of people parked on two wheels and up on curbs. by the time i realize the bus isn't on a mere detour, i am already in a place i don't recognize. (to be fair here, i must give a little background information about myself. i do well in big cities such as Dallas, Austin, San Antonio, etc. but i tend to get lost easily in Lubbock. even though Lubbock is only about four blocks by four blocks square, i am often asking b.h. how to find the local McDonald's or bail bond. i believe this lack of navigational skills in my hometown stems from the fact that i don't get out much. just the other day, in fact, i found myself awed by the fact that several new apartment complexes, strip malls, and restaurants had sprouted in a place i only remembered as having weeds and prairie dogs.) so when i realize that this bus has taken me hostage, i panic momentarily. if it hadn't been for my trusty iPod holding my hand, i would have fallen to the bus floor in a hysteric seizure type fit, and the driver would have had to stop and dispense a dose of thorazine. instead, i logically remember that most bus routes move in a circular path, and i will only have to wait it out. right about then, i am afflicted with the big D. no, not dementia...drowsiness. to make a really long story end, i'm not sure how long i was aboard that bus to nowhere, but i finally made it home with enough time to eat some fried chicken before work. fried foods make every day better.