Frank's Bad Day - Part III

Frank sat down on a bench by the bus stop. He was confused and tired and not sure what to do next. At 2:59 pm this afternoon he had stopped at his favorite coffee shop to get an iced coffee on his break from the call center. The attractive hippy-chick barista was there and he had lingered five minutes trying to make some points so he could finally ask her out. As he ran to make it back to the office, he stepped off the curb and directly into the mosquito splattered grill of a city bus. He then proceded to bounce off a Little Debbie delivery van. After that it had went all black for God knows how long until he woke up here... "Wherever here is." he thought.

"I don`t think it`s Heaven, and though its drab and depressing, it doesn`t seem like it`s bad enough to be Hell. It`s nothing like anything I learned in Catechism, or from Sister Mary Margaret at Theology class at St. Jude's High School. Maybe I'm lying in a bed in the ICU at Cook County and am having a Morphine-induced hallucination...still, I've got a pretty good imagination, you'd think I could do better than this. I mean seriously, it looks a civil engineering project between a very drab neighborhood association president and someone from the IRS. Whatever it is, I want out...or at least find somewhere a little less mind-numbingly boring to hang out until this ends. I wonder when the bus shows up around here?"

Frank looked at the bus stop sign for some kind of schedule and found this:

NEW-ARTS Bus Schedule

7:30 am

8:30 am

Noon

1:00 pm

4:00 pm

5:00 pm

7:00 pm

9:00 pm

All times are local-please change your watch upon arrival.

Please have your NEWAR token or SMI pass-NO EXCEPTIONS

It was 3:50 pm according to the nearest clock on the street. Frank felt in his pockets, and he had nothing-no wallet, no phone, no change-absolutely nothing. He squinted to the west and could see something moving on the road. The bus was early...