Well, the reason it was really irritating: that 45 minutes occurred after the prior #12 ran a red light, narrowly missed me in the crosswalk, then proceeded to ignore my attempt to catch up and board it. So the wait, getting chillier by the minute, simply added insult to near-injury.
But whatever. I'm home, I was able to discover what the hovering helicopters were about, and I only mistook the firework noises for gunshots for a nanosecond.
Plus I have lemon meringue pie, left over from yesterday. Proper lemon meringue pie, traditional to my family's thanksgiving dinner, tart and delicious. Made with loooooooooooooooooooooove for that matter, too.