“Ouch”,I hear when I step out of the bus in a hurry, I bump onto a women’s handicapped stick which ultimately led to stomping her foot with the gelatinous sole of my sandal. I would be shocked only if I hadn’t been such a cognizant substance in the immense crowd in Santa Maria Novella Station in Florence on that particular day. Truth be told, a few seconds before the above incident happened, I overheard somebody say that there would not be a bus today to Pisa. In my skeptical sense, I walked pass the station to the pattiserie behind it to enquire the bus timings and tickets. A one hour journey from here to the Pisa airport, feeling contented with this mere information, I collected my tickets and stood by the bus station in front of the pattiserie. To sabotage this, the bus that I had chosen seemed to arrive the last whereas the other buses departed and also arrived Pisa on time. My long wait came to an end after 1.5 hours of being …