American English please.
Extra helpful if spoken like you're telling the story to someone in natural speed.
Thank you in advance.
I usually drive, but once in a blue moon I need to use a bus.
One day, I went downtown by bus, which takes about 40 minutes from my place. I'm thrilled to do something unusual, so that day was no exception.
After I finished my errands and I happily bought 5 doughnuts at a doughnut shop in front of the bus-stop, I got on a bus to get back home.
But you know, it is only natural that when I'm chilling out and feeling nice and relaxed, I also feel a wave of drowsiness. You can guess what happened.
Of course, I missed my stop.
When I woke up, I realized that the bus was in a garage! I forced my eyes to open and looked around my seat. Nobody was there! Oh. My God!...but, wait! Wait...I could see cigarette smoke rising around the driver's seat. Thank goodness! The driver was smoking after his day's work.
I stood up suddenly. The driver looked at me with blank surprise. He said to me, "why are you here?" I said, "I don't know." I was embarrassed and rushed to get off the bus.
The driver asked me where my house was. I was too embarrassed to have a conversation with him, but anyway I answered where I should've gotten off. I started walking without knowing where I actually was or which way I should go.
The bus driver was kind enough to follow me with his big bus, and he told me that he would take me to my place. It was evening, and I don't remember how I felt at the time. I must have had mixed feelings; both relief and shame.
When the bus pulled over at my place, I said to him, "thank you very much," andhanded one doughnut out of the box to him, and rushed to get off the bus.
Several months later, I realized that I should've paid him for the bus fare! I left him without paying a penny! I also regret that I gave him only one doughnut while holding the other four in my hand!
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That's a funny story. It's a good thing the bus driver was nice enough to give you a lift home.