"Never run after a bus or a man. There will always be another one."

It’s almost 11pm here. I arrived at the Zurich train station about a half hour ago, got on my trusty tram towards the hotel, and then missed my stop. There is nothing worse than riding on public transportation when you know you missed your stop and will have to walk all that way back. In the snow. At night. With luggage.

Oh, wait, there is something worse. When the next stop on the tram line is called “Creamatorium”. No, spelling it with a “K” rather than a “C” making it German does not make it any less creepy.