All tales from Route 68
At least it didn’t have syrup
Today while waiting for the bus at 6:15 am, sitting on the bench with one other guy, a truck drove by with a bunch of loud younger guys and they threw a pancake at me. It hit me in the leg.
Baby, anyone?
I was waiting for bus 68 one night at 6th and Robert, and this drunk man shuffled by the bus stop and said “Do any of you ladies want to have a baby with me?” There was silence, and then a woman waiting for the bus said “Did he just say he wanted to […]
