My body just never tells me when it's been rested enough.
I just want to take a day long nap.
Why can't I?
"9:50? I thought you said 9:15. I have a meeting at 10:00. We're going to have to leave a lot sooner."
I headed upstairs, with a little more pep than I had before. While I was brushing my teeth, I realized I hadn't printed out my ticket conformation. With my toothbrush still in my mouth, I rushed downstairs and began loading Gmail on my dad's decade-old computer. Once I pulled up the email, I asked my dad to print it; I haven't used Windows in four years. He said he would, and I ran back up the stairs, doing my best to not make him late to his meeting.
At 8:55, I returned, ready to get in the car. There was only one problem: the computer had frozen and had to be restarted. When it finally powered back up and printed the document at 9:10, I realized we were out of ink.
"Let's just go, Dad. It's fine. I don't really have anymore time to spend. "
He didn't reply and I sat in silence for another five minutes. When we pulled up to 30th St. Station, without a printed confirmation, I was able to show the attendant my handwritten number.
Long story short: don't waste time fussing with an old computer; Megabus doesn't need printed confirmations anyway.