All tales from Route 19
You can’t talk about a bra
I was on the way home from work. A lot of kids from an art school downtown ride my bus. Behind me there were two girls who looked about 18 and an older guy. The girls were talking at a normal conversational level about how much they both wanted to drink that night, but they […]
Home Ec, Teaching, or Nursing?
This is an old story, but one that still warms my heart…about 10 years ago I was riding the 19 from the West Bank and this mid 40’s “normal” looking woman starting bus chatting with me.
Will you tutor me?
Waiting for the 19 at a stop in Cedar-Riverside, I was approached by a eager-looking guy, also waiting for a bus, who asked me in broken English for my name. As an ESL tutor, I was more than happy to help him practice his English, so I told him my name without hesitation. […]
Confession
This is going to sound insensitive, but I have to admit that it tests my patience every time someone needs to use the lift to get on the bus, especially when it’s for some sort of small wheelie cart. The other day I wanted to stand up and applaud when the driver walked out of […]
Permission to sniff
The best story I have about riding on the bus happened about 25 years ago. During rush hour, the bus is packed and I’m stting in the back on the seats that face each other and two well-dressed business women are sitting on the opposite bench. This being Minnesota, there is a space in between […]
