But the real story of the day was my trek back and forth from the service center. You see, everyone I know in Idaho is working during the day and are not in jobs that allow them to take off an hour here and there to go help a friend. I thought, for a small time, about how I missed my dad not picking me up, like he normally did in Arizona, but then realized that I would not get to experience something that so many do every day -- riding the bus.