Panic sets in as the dejected pleb watches her bus zoom by. Of course the notoriously late bus picked the day of her important job interview to be three minutes ahead of schedule. She yells and begs the driver to stop as she makes a run for it, arms waving wildly in the air, cold brew sloshing around in her hand. The bus speeds up and she sulks for a moment before considering her options. She can either order a car for $57 or wait twenty minutes for the next bus and pray that the company doesn'…