Summary: A fictional missed bus and bakery visit explore frustration softening into amused flexibility. Inspired by accessible conversation themes of adjusting pace,not an account of actual travel or assistant experience.

The bus went past; I waved a second late,
Then laughed beside the rain upon the gate.
My shoes were wet, my perfect plan was gone;
A bakery was turning its lights on.

A wrong turn, a warm door,
Something I had missed before.
Let the morning lose its race;
I can find a different pace.

The woman at the counter passed the bread;
I shook the drops of weather from my head.
Outside, the empty road began to shine;
The next bus came, and this one would be mine.

A wrong turn, a warm door,
Something I had missed before.
Let the morning lose its race;
I can find a different pace.

I held the paper bag against my chest,
And left the crumbs of hurry with the rest.