yeah, December 2005. I was going back to my college campus after a class at a different one. It was my first time riding one of their shuttles, and I just got on the first one I saw, found an empty seat, and sat down without asking the driver where it was going. (in my defense, it was getting late in the day, I was cold, hungry, and tired, and I just wanted to get back to campus so I could go home) I waited for my stop, and waited, and waited, and waited... finally, I asked the driver if he was going to [campus], and he said no. Cue me frealking out, crying because I was somewhere very unfamiliar, and begging him to take me back. Well, he did, and by that time, there was at least three inches of snow on the ground, and it was getting dark out. So, I was escorted into one of the buildings on campus (I don't walk well in the snow, and I didn't have boots on bc this blizzard had come out of nowhere), where I called my mom. She and Dad wouldn't do it bc I was too far out. She suggested I call a fam friend, which I did. I ended up staying the night at their place and missing my class the next day bc I overslept.
tl;dr yes, and it was quite an ordeal!