Because I just did.

Apathetic DOT worker told me to pull forward after I said I was going to Bainbridge. Right when I boarded I knew I had made a mistake, as there was, inexplicably in my mind, a second ferry north of me. Oh ok, just like Edmonds, I thought: two ferries running at all times. There was a little green sign boarding the ferry, also partially blocked by a post, that read, “Bremerton.” Oh... they name of this boat... is the Bremer— .... NO."

I slept maybe three hours, haven’t eaten in 16, now I get to call this customer and say, “Yo I got on like... the wrong ferry... and stuff, but like... *sigh* could you buy stuff from me anyway?”