Oh my word, I can just imagine the panic stations; thank goodness you were early and the taxi driver knew his job or you may have ended up on the Greyhound;)
We actually took a trip on one of those buses soon after retirement as I'd never been on one and thought it would be nice seeing more of the countryside as someone told me they enjoyed their ride! Well, we chose the luxury liner and everything was hunky dory till the aircon started leaking on our side of the coach; fortunately this happened close to our destination and it was summertime. We all had a good laugh at the contraptions the passengers and crew came up with to try and divert the water; no one had an umbrella:):)
Then on our trip back we were told we could sit anywhere on the top level as it was empty; when we made a stop halfway, an odd honeymoon couple got on and we were in their seats! You know the Jerry Springer show types? He was young, she was an old gal and we simply moved to other seats without any fuss but this odd young man was fussing, kept on explaining to us why they had to sit in those seats; we said no worries but it took quite a while for him to calm down and sit with his bride, that was really weird! Needless to say, I had my adventure and that was our first and last Greyhound experience:)