It's too painful

Walk, walk, walk, in the city of San Francisco. A beautiful cloudy day with people singing and dancing on the street. Yelling on top of their lungs or standing in a corner watching the tourists pass by with nothing but hope in their eyes. Saturday at San Francisco was too painful. I had to attend a meeting with my aunt and we decided to use the Caltrain to get to our destination. She hates driving in a car because "[I] miss out on everything; the scenery and everything." So, we sat in the train for an hour watching each city pass by like a bird soaring through the sky. Each second was 24 hours and each stop was as long as light years. I couldn't breathe and felt trapped in the train watching children squirm in their seats and yell, "are we there yet?" Finally after what seemed like eternity, we arrived at San Francisco. Unaware of the time, I realized that we would be 15 minutes late to the meeting. So, we caught the first bus and waited till the bus driver announced, "Market Street, next stop." Every stop between here and Market Street, people floundered inside the tiny little bus like ants in an ant hole. It took us at least a minute or through to pass by the passengers and get out of the bus. Once off the bus, we had to breathe quickly so all the clean air could satisfy our lungs. Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock. We ran to the meeting and asked the concierge where in the building it took place. I don't know whether it was out of spite or taciturn, he told us that it was on the sixth floor, room 662. We ran to the elevator and ran around the building trying to find the meeting. "I am sorry but it's on the first floor," the lady said. So, we ran to the elevator just in time to find it "broken". We climbed down the stair from the sixth floor all the way to the first floor! By the time we got to the meeting, it was long gone finished. Run, run, run, run, run, was all we did in the beautiful city of San Francisco. I am so pooped. That's a good word to use!