The bus that didn't wait

I missed my usual bus this morning and immediately blamed everything. Including my alarm ⏰, the traffic 🚦; and the universe. While waiting for the next one. I helped an elderly man pick up the oranges 🍊 that had rolled from his bag 🛍️. We started talking, and he told me about the small bookstore he had owned for thirty years. By the time my bus arrived, I had completely forgotten my irritation. I reached work late, but for ones, I didn't feel as though the morning 🌅 had been wasted. Perhaps not every delay to be recovered. Some deserve to be experienced.