My craziest story involved an express bus I was taking from downtown Chicago to the University of Illinois. On this particular trip, the bus driver went a different route than usual, taking us through a neighborhood on the south side of Chicago. He stopped in front of a house and got out, leaving us passengers wondering what was going on. I was looking at my watch, growing concerned we would be late and I would miss teaching my upcoming class. About 30 minutes later, he came out and explained he needed to change his pants. Thirty minutes to change pants?! Right. Needless to say, I was late arriving for my class.