You're doing it wrong

I was sitting on the bus this morning, liberating hostages and destroying a poppy field in SOCOM, and a guy plopped down on the seat next to me, talking and laughing very loudly into his cell phone in some European language I didn't recognize. I could tell some Germanic influence, but it wasn't German. It was probably some Scandinavian language, but that doesn't matter as much as when the sun started shining on the screen of my PSP.

I'm careful to sit on the shady side of the bus so that I can do things like watch Mission: Impossible episodes or play SOCOM, but for some reason, I was getting a glare on my screen. It threw off my bad-guy-targeting, so I looked up to see that the bus was going the wrong direction on the route. I don't know if the bus driver got confused halfway down to Provo or if there was some kind of detour because I was too busy capturing a warlord, but it reminded me of Mr Mom, where Michael Keaton's dropping his kid off at school and the kid keeps saying "You're doing it wrong."

And then the other bus actually did take a detour because of road construction, meaning that I finally dragged my butt into the office far later than I had planned.