1.11.2016 I have no inspiration to present to you some interesting topics today, so I'm going to write a short description of my day. Today I understood that I'm cursed by the Great Trolleybus God. I mean to say that every time since I've moved to Yekaterinburg something bad happens to trolleybuses that I take in order to get to my university. At first, that was quite funny and I even laughed getting out of another broken trolleybus considering myself "doomed". However, now I get irritated every time when I get stuck in this devil kind of public transport because I can really be late for my university lectures (I live on the edge of the city so it takes me about an hour to get to the university). I think that my post isn't going to be about my day, so I'd like to tell you the funniest story about a broken trolleybus that occurred to me about a month ago. I remember that day as if it were yesterday: my classes finished and I went home. Having got into a trolleybus, I paid for a ticket and began to listen to my favourite songs. Suddenly, the conductor told us that there was an accident on the next stretch of the road, so we had to go out to the station in order to take another trolleybus. As it was Friday, I didn't want to waste my time by staying at the station so I decided to find a bus. Because I didn't know the city well, I got lost very soon. I started to ask people to point me in the direction of some bus stop and one woman helped me. She showed me the way to a bus stop and said that I would probably get to the place I needed. Unfortunately, I didn't pay much attention to that "probably" of her and took the first bus I saw. A few minutes later, I realised that I was passing by the familiar buildings and parks. Then I got shocked and upset. Guess what? I went back to my university! What a numpty I was!