Archive for June, 2007
Pet Peeve: Large Backpacks
I was sitting on an inside seat this a.m. when the seat next to me opened up. A girl with a JUMBO backpack was talking to another standing passenger and plunked down in the seat but continued to stay facing out into the aisle to continue her conversation.
Look at the scenery
I have been reading this site for months trying to think of something that I have seen on the bus. I can’t believe I had forgotten about this until now! I was on the old 180 with my girlfriend, the old express service that went from mpls to moa. We were sitting […]
Don’t patronize me
This morning I hopped on the 17 heading downtown, as I do every work day. It was crowded, and I tumbled to the back to stand slightly behind the back door. A young woman about my age was standing in the steps.
The Mental Makeover
It’s guaranteed that – depending on which bus line you ride – between 25 and 100% of your fellow riders will seriously need a makeover. So if it’s one of those days when you’re out of reading material and gazing out the window just won’t do, consider performing the Mental Makeover.
I told you that you’d get caught!
I got on the 6 one afternoon and since I didn’t know where I was going I sat near the driver, “Bob”. He was a pretty talkative guy and started telling me of a guy who gets on his bus each mornings.
Keep your arm inside
The worst thing about riding the 50 down University at rush hour is the Snelling intersection (although right now the construction by the University campus is giving it a run for it’s money). As we were waiting through the 3rd light change, our bus driver decided she wasn’t going to have any more of it […]
Lost in translation
I was describing this site to another driver, Leo, and he came up with a couple of good stories. Back when the fare was $1.50 he picked up five passengers at a stop, only one of whom spoke even a smattering of English. He believes they were German.
Adam’s Apples & RuPaul-esque Voices
June 13, 2007…after I left the YWCA, I got on a 17 bus to head to my next destination. A few blocks outside of downtown, two rather tall african american women in extremely short skirts boarded the bus and did not pay their fare. From the adam’s apples and RuPaul-esque voices, I determined that they […]
Colored Suit Man
This isn’t a story about one event in particular, but rather a fond narrative of my favorite character who rides the bus. There are many people who play bit parts in my life – the excessively friendly guy who helps me at Caribou every morning; the guy who flirts with me when I buy groceries […]
Man of 1,000 Schedules
About once or twice a week, an elderly gentleman would get on my bus, and ride just two blocks south, to catch the 17 going into the city. That in it’s self isn’t unusual. He would board, pay his fare, and ask for two bus schedules, one for him, and one for his buddy. […]
