One Way to Get to a Wedding

When the bus pulled into the truck stop at 2:30am and told us that we'd all have to get out and wait for the next bus my first thought was, so they're just dumping us on the side of the road? The answer, of course, was yes. It was supposed to be an hour layover. But as we waited on the curb with the hodgepodge of backpacks and suitcases, an hour turned into two. Lightning streaked across the sky. It started to rain and we all ran for shelter under the awning of the McDonald's and Subway restaurants. When the bus finally came, the driver gave Amanda and I the bad news: we had already missed our connection to Bend in Ontario, Oregon and there wouldn't be another one for 24hrs. We would have to stay here till noon and take the bus to Portland.

So we settled into the Subway Restaurant that doubled as a bus station. We would be there for thirteen hours before the frantic bride and her maid of honor rescued us and drove us the four hours to Bend. There was nothing we could do but learn patience. And I think we did.