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Peanut butter… jar… fingers
I ride the 53 each morning from Minneapolis to Saint Paul. I’ve seen people eat breakfast on the bus – a granola bar here, a Starbucks scone there. The woman sitting next to me this morning made a rather interesting – and pungent – breakfast choice: peanut butter. She proceeded to remove an entire jar of Skippy from her handbag and eat it. From the jar. With her fingers. Meditate on that for a second, okay? Peanut butter … jar … fingers. (Good luck with that Adkins diet, lady.)
America’s cauldron
Winter has knocked me off the bike for regular commuting, but I am still riding somewhat for errands and recreation. Maybe I’ll commute next week, as I have been saying for the last month or so… Continue reading ‘America’s cauldron’
Doll-sized companions
When I was in High School I used to take the same bus home everyday. There was a woman who lived in my neighborhood that also took the same bus. I would watch her everyday because she always had “traveling companions” with her. She seemed to believe that she had several people with her, that I can only imagine were approximately the size of dolls. Continue reading ‘Doll-sized companions’
Shining Athletic Achievement
It’s a scientific proof that it doesn’t matter what time I leave my house in preparation for my morning commute, I will always just miss the bus. Always. As I approach the bus terminal on this January morning, per the usual, my 94C bus has just pulled away from the platform in the opposite direction of my travel. Continue reading ‘Shining Athletic Achievement’
