It only took 12 hours, one injury, a manic breakdown, a dark cloud of doubt, and a series of maps but I made it.
12 hours: 5 am to 5pm (not including the two hour time difference).
One injury: A gash to the arm from an open steel ashtray in an onboard bathroom. Why would they put ashtrays in airplanes if you cannot smoke in them and claustrophobic idiots like me get bleeding wounds from them.
A manic breakdown: Apparently, the workers of Budget car rental aren't used to a grown-ass woman wailing and flailing her arms around and having her mother say, "She's just having a little breakdown here," while wearing a smile and shrugging her shoulders like it's a joke.
A series of maps: Two campus maps, one Vancouver map, and the aid of every passerby on the street.
So, if you are still reading, if there are any of you out there, say a prayer, catch a smoke and wonder why all people named Peter don't have any hair. I know I will when I am dreaming on my used mattress and sleeping on a rent-a-blanket.
Keep the faith, otherwise we're all just insane.
-Canadian Castaway
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