All you have to do is take the 92...

So we had a concert tonight. It started at 20:00, so we had to be there by 19:45.

We had the afternoon off, and the rest of my group of 5 went out into the city while I stayed behind to try and do some work. Come 19:00, I'm dressed and leaving the Hotel, confident I can get to the concert on time given that I had 45 minutes and all we had to do was "take the 92 bus to the Royale stop."

False.

19:00- I leave the Hotel
19:02- I arrive at the bus stop and attempt to purchase my ticket via the automated machine there (there are no people). The machine only gives me directions in French (a language I have NO knowledge of), and so it takes me about ten minutes to realize its broken.
19:11- I have decided time is slipping away, slowly but surely, and that it is time to just risk getting on the bus without a ticket.
19:25- Bus 92 finally arrives. I board it near the back.
19:30- Everyone suddenly gets off the bus, and I am told to do so as well, even though this is not my stop. Another kid my age, who looked like and seemed to speak German, was just as confused as I was, so the two of us just stood around together for 15 minutes at the bus stop labeled for bus 92.
19:45- I am officially late for the meeting time, and another bus on route 92 has not shown up. I cross the street and begin walking back the way I came, and stop at the next 92 stop to examine the map. I eventually locate where I think I am and realize that route 92 is not a loop, but a line, and that I have reached the end of it, going in the wrong direction. I also manage to decipher another sign and learn that the next bus on 92 is due at 19:50. I decide to wait. I feel like a hitman, wearing black pants, black dress shirt, black tie (with silver and red touches), and black shoes.
19:52- Bus 92 appears over the hill, and once again I board in a way to try and avoid detection by the "You-have-no-bus-ticket" detection squad, or whatever they are called. I am successful, and settle in for the ride.
20:07- Bus 92 finally reaches my stop, I jump off and begin my trek on foot to the concert hall. The concert has been ongoing for 7 minutes.
20:12- I reach the concert hall, walk in, and am subsequently directed to another set of people, who direct me through a set of doors, which leads me to a man who leads me to my seat in a balcony box with other people on my trip, mumbling to himself the entire time in French, probably about how obnoxiously late I am.
20:16- I am sitting in the box and people chuckle at why I was so late. Miraculously, the concert is only just starting.

And that was my exciting story for the evening!