Great.

I’m in the frozen middle of fucking nowhere. The bus ran out of gas, and I just decided to get off and walk.

Turned out that was a terrible decision. They drove away almost exactly one minute after I stomped off in anger, and I’ve got no clue where I am or where to catch another bus. I found a gas station, at least. Only thing I’ve seen for miles.

Too bad it looks like it closed in 1890.

I doubt it has a phone.

I don’t have my phone.

I don’t even know where I am.

For all I know, they dropped me off in Mexico, except it’s snowing. Canada, then. That’s right, I’m in the middle of the Northwest Territory, with one glove and a missing suitcase.

Here’s a tip. Never wear white gloves in the middle of a snowstorm in the dark. Once it blows away in the wind, your hand freezes to death, and no one sees the glove again until it turns up in a muddy puddle of melted snow.

I just hope I won’t end up like my glove.