Missed the bus

The bus this morning was late, and behind the driver was standing another person in uniform... perhaps the driver was being trained? He also drove rather slowly and (over-?)cautiously, I thought.

At any rate, we pulled into the bus station in Harburg just around the time my other bus was supposed to have left. I thought I might still be in luck since my connecting bus is sometimes late, but I think I saw it a bit further down the road.

My suspicions were confirmed when the bus took another 20 minutes to arrive: I had missed the first one because (a) the bus was late and (b) the (already late) bus drove more slowly than usual.

Had I known this in advance, I would have asked the bus driver to radio ahead to ask the other bus to wait in Harburg. As it is, I came to work even later than I already was.

Same difference

On Sunday, Stella and I went for a walk to see the place where the Jehovah's Witnesses had told me the Harburg congregation meets... but it looked like a normal house.

This evening, I called the lady again and spoke to her husband. He said that in the meantime he had looked in the map and the address looked unfamiliar to him as well; he had been there before but it wasn't in the street he had told me.

He promised to find out and call me back; ten minutes later, he said that the road was called Moorwinkel, not Moorlage—and that makes more sense to me, since it's in an area where I know the Jehovah's Witnesses have a chapel. Apparently, he had been informed wrongly and the gentleman who had given him the address apologised profusely for the mistake.

Well, good thing I called. I wonder what it'll be like at the Memorial.