Is it that obvious?

Saturday night, my stepmother drove me to the bus station in Saratoga Springs so I could begin my long journey home. 9:20 came and went, and there was no bus. The station had already closed for the day, so I checked the sign hanging outside. The last bus listed was 8:20.

But how can that be? I thought, looking at the 9:20 clearly printed on my bus ticket. I then noticed the 15-minute window I had to change buses in Albany, and started to panic. I called Greyhound, and because they put customer service first, they hung up on me once and then I couldn't get through at all. I then called Trailways, who confirmed that yes, there was a 9:20 bus, and yes, he'd be arriving momentarily.

About 10 minutes later, the bus rolled up. The bus driver got out.

"Are you the young lady who called looking for me?" he asked.

"Well yes," I began, "But only because the sign said the last bus left at 8:20."

"Nope, 9:20."

"If I have a connecting bus in Albany and we're late, will the bus wait?"

"We won't be late."

I looked at the time. We were most definitely going to be late.

"But if we are?"

"You must be from the city," he said, smirking.