When is a wrong bus not a wrong bus?

I knew it wasn't the right bus.  But it wasn't the wrong bus.  Really.

It wasn't the bus I wanted (the number 8) which was ages away according to the app. 

The 14 didn't go the right way, but I knew it was not the bus which would take me REALLY the wrong way. 

The bus driver frowned at me as I hesitated to get on - I wasn't quite sure where the 14 went.  But I knew it was generally right: I could get on and evaluate what to do next.

On the bus I had to stand.  I had some time to suss out that I needed to get off soon and walk longer than i thought.  But it as a nice day, and a vibrant bus: full of parents and young kids going to school.  It was a happy bus.

But more was to come.  Serendipity  

What was the gift that serendipity present to me? I discovered a new street that I had never seen before: Connaught Place down by the bike path.  More importantly I saw that it actually joined up to the bike path at a place I knew well.  A bit of the mind map that was shrouded in fog was revealed like a morning mist burning off in rapidly rising morning sun.  I "get" that bit of Edinburgh more - though I have lived here for 13 years.

I arrived to where I wanted to be.  I wasn't late.  I used the Lothian bus app as well as Google maps to plot my walk.

But more importantly I took a "bounded chance".  And I won more than a trip.

It wasn't the wrong bus.