Naggo Head Debacle

No its not the wine. On Friday, after a long day of traveling around St. Elizabeth judging SEP schools, I was supposed to meet Khaled. I thought this meant to meet him in Portmore, with our friends as I was coming in late and everyone else would be done with meetings/ work by then. I asked the nice ladies from JET to drop me in Portmore on their way back to Kingston, so I could get a free ride and not take public(!). As we pull into Naggo Head (scary taxi stand in Portmore, right outside a garrison community) I get a call from Khaled, he's in Kingston, with everyone else, having drinks at Christopher's. WHAT!! Now I'm stuck in Naggo Head on a Friday night in the rain. I can't go to S&K's house, only a taxi away, because they are in Kingston with the keys. I can't get on the bus I usually would to get to new Kingston because it's not running at this time. I wander around Naggo Head in the rain, allowing the harassment roll off me like the raindrops. A bus pulls up 'afwey treee' screams the ducta. Excellent, Half-way tree, the hub of Kingston, I really shouldn't go there in the dark, but I have no other choice. The bus leaks a foul smelling substance onto my shirt from the ceiling, half motor oil, half bag juice. The bus driver is definitely on something, as evidenced by his getting out of the bus at a red light and walking around, screaming at other motorists before jumping back in as the light turns green. We finally reach but he won't take us into the square, so we get off about 5 blocks away and all walk in the rain. I follow the crowd, because lets face it, I have no idea where to go next. I see a likely bus, one I know will take me to new Kingston, but it won't stop for me so I trudge on, asking one nice looking elderly lady after another " do you know where to get a bus to New Kingston?" but no one knows. People only know their buses, on their route. I'm close to tears as I round a corner to yet another gross cat call and hear a taximan say, "New Kingston". YEAH!! J$50 and I'm home free. So you see, this picture isn't about wine at all.