Commuting for Dummies

Our Heroine got on the wrong bus this morning. The numbers 80 and 89 look pretty much the same when you're near-sighted and not wearing your glasses as you should. I lemminged aboard, and although none of the regulars on my usual morning ride were present, I thought nothing of it and was so absorbed in studying my lines that I never looked up once until the bus was pulling into Sullivan Square, last stop. I had to take the T in to North Station and back out again to Lechmere. All that after feeling so smug about being uncharacteristically ready for the bus on time.

At least I'm off-book now.

_{PS - You're welcome for my newly minted past tense verb "lemminged." But would it more correctly be "lemmung?"}