I need to be in Palermo Chico (neighborhood where I lived for the first two months) by 3pm. I leave at 1:45.
I catch the 55 bus (a bus that I take 5 or more times/week) by my house to go to Plaza Italia in Palermo and catch another bus.
55 goes normally about half way and then inexplicably decides to just go on some other random street. I notice immediately but hope that it will just wind back.
Suddenly I find myself on the right street but about 15 blocks too far down. I get off.
I get on the subway. Ride one stop.
Wait for the second bus. Doesn't come for over 10 minutes.
Get in a taxi.
Taxi driver sideswipes another car on the passenger side and knocks his rear-view mirror off.
Doesn't stop. Is kind of fat and breathing heavily and agitated, but does not stop.
I get out in front of where I'm going, pay him, and go on my way.
Oh, Buenos Aires.