Advice for the Ages

My dear sweet place of work kept me out 'till midnight last night. Already sleep deprived, this did not bode well for the bus ride to school this morning. 

My nap on the commuter bus went well. (Basically: Get on bus, fall asleep, wake up when bus starts stopping at lights in Sac)

It's the city bus that's a wee bit more tricky. It stops every 8.4 seconds, so the "stopping rule" doesn't work when I want a nap. The trip from there takes 35 minutes, so I set my phone for 30 and called it good. 

When I woke up in a part of town I didn't recognize, I called it Not Good. Luckily, it just retraces its route and the bus driver wanted to chat on her 15 minute break. From her, I bring you this sage advice after mentioning what economic struggles she had gone through after her husband died:

"When you get married, insure his ass"

You're all quite welcome.