All tales from Route 3
Everyone needs a break
I had just gotten on the bus at 7:24am at Como & 15th- heading toward St. Paul. As we pulled up to the corner of 19th & Como, the driver lets on the 2 people waiting, then gets up goes into Joe’s Market. He comes out a couple minutes later with a cup of […]
The hot chick
During the summer of 2006 I had a very early pullout on the 3–5:15AM, to be exact. It left downtown St. Paul at 5:25. Each morning while waiting to leave on the first trip a woman in her late forties and a man in his late twenties would come down Cedar toward the […]
Elaborate descriptions
I love it when the bus driver really makes your day more delightful. I was on the 3C returning home from a half-day at work. There was only one other person on the bus and it was clear that we had both ridden this route many times before and new exactly where we […]
The Man and the Mousetrap
He sat down on the bus seat right in front of me, while I was trying to read about how each of us individually creates meaning from the complex tapestry of the American city. I was sitting there with my nose in the book when all of a sudden this young kid (there was a […]
No aluminum foil hat
This happened today. A woman got on an eastbound trip at 4th and Nicolett. She was middle-aged, plump and wearing a few too many scarves. She said she wanted to get to Kellogg, in St. Paul. It turned out she wanted to go to Kellogg and John Ireland.
He is a bank robber
Yesterday the following message was sent to all Metro Transit busses at about 3PM:
If a person boards your bus covered with red dye report it to Control. He is a bank robber.
No mention of wether he had a gun or any other weaponry.
Bastard
After waiting about half an hour on St. Patrick’s Day for the 3 to take me and three of my friends from the Como neighborhood into campus for a bar, we watched the bus pick up three people waiting at the stop a half block away and switch on the drop-off only sign.
Bastard.
Curled Nose Hairs
I never like to stand on the bus-as there is no good place for a stander to stand. I am fairly short so reaching up for one of the little straps that hang down is completely awkward and if I am in the aisle between seats I feel like I am breathing down others’ […]
