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So happens that we were suppose to send our sis to the bus terminal in the afternoon for her commute back to Sporeland. It was quite simple: send sis to the KTM station so she could get on the NICE bus before 2pm (tickets were bought long beforehand). The problem, which we guess we should have probably admitted earlier, was that we haven't driven to the main KTM station for ages that we weren't too sure how to get there already.

Well, that we've been pampered with Aeroline and FirstCoach deciding to open branches at our second home, we hadn't the need to go so far any more.

So sis and us leisurely left the house at 1.15pm, which in normal circumstances would have meant we would reach the terminal (we shouldn't call it a terminal seeing it's just a stop really) by 1.45pm latest. What we both didn't count on, of course, was us taking a wrong turn thus going a longer and more convuluted way, and that traffic decided to work against us (on this day when traffic is still mild!).

Sis missed the bus by 10 minutes, and when sis asked the ticketing counter, there were only 2 seats left for the 9pm. Sis decided to try the other coaches first. Dad and otousan helped get us the contact numbers, and sis started calling to enquire for any available seats to Sporeland. Not until Wednesday, it seems. Suggestions of taking the train or plane were discarded, sis ignored the former and it was quite pricey for the latter.

Seems that sis had to take the 9pm seat, like it or not. And reach back by 2am thereabouts, and not sleep properly before heading off to work later on in the morning. So we headed back to the coach office, where sis said she was too malufied to head back to the ticketing counter so we had to get the ticket instead.

Weirdly enough when we asked for the 9pm, we were told that there wasn't any more tickets left. And we were told that the next available seat was 5pm.

Eh? Heck it. We're buying it. Don't care that the ticket looked as if it belonged to someone else earlier. And we stayed with sis until she boarded the coach bus and it left. If there turns out to be any problem with said ticket it's gonna be the coach company's problem, not sis or ours.

Turns out mum's poison tongue finally did its wicked magic - sis missed her bus due to bad traffic (oh yes we won't forget that we both left on time instead of extra early and that we took a wrong turn). Oh gods. Like it or not she'll never ever fail to remind sis and us of this single (and first!) incident every single time we have to send sis to the bus terminal/airport/station of commute. Oh, how our head throbs to think of it. We definitely won't like it.