By the time I got back downtown, I had somehow lost my sense of direction. I ended up walking around for a few minutes before I realized exactly where I was in relationship to Pershing Square. Thankfully, my bus was running late, and I was able to hop on the 90/91 after only waiting a minute or so. Well...
We got on the 110 and there was a back-up at the Figueroa exit. There were flashing lights in the distance, and everyone was backtracking on the exit ramp to get back on the highway, including some other busses. So, my bus driver followed suit, and skipped the exit and kept driving on 110. He eventually got off at an exit a mile or two up the road. Then he pulled over on the side of the road... And called dispatch. He had no idea how to get back to his designated route. He even got out of the bus to walk down to the last intersection he had passed in order to give the dispatcher his location. By that time, everyone on the bus - there were only about eight of us - started to speak up. I walked up to him with my iPhone and Google Maps, and told him that Figueroa was the next major intersection. "Really?!? How come you didn't tell me that before?!?!?" -That's when my fellow passengers started to go, "Aren't you supposed to be the one who knows where to go? We thought you were waiting for directions from your dispatcher?!?!"
Once he got up to Figueroa, he back-tracked over the stops he missed, and I eventually made it back to Glendale safe and sound.
