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I was on a 17, dt and 9th a young 20 something girl gets on and walks past the fare and asks if anyone has $.50 and one of the other passengers digs in his pocket grabs couple quarters and by this time the bus was headed to the next stop the girl gets the $.50 and heads back to the front of the bus and we are at next stop driver opens the door to let passengers on and the gal walks right off the bus and the few of us on the bus just look at each other and laugh. Never saw that before.
*This is my mom’s bus tale and it’s old but I still love it. On a sparsely populated bus from the first-ring western suburbs, a man gets on the bus on that stretch of Olsen Memorial Hwy immediately west of downtown. After a few minutes he takes out an empty soda can and starts huffing paint or some sort of solvent from the can. Everyone on the bus is visibly disturbed as a strong chemical smell permeates the bus. Continue reading ‘Huffin’ Paint’
I was taking the 21 and this lady with a stroller is flagging down the bus with her little girl. The bus stops, and waits for her, and she comes on the bus saying she’s too old to have kids. She’s searching all of her pockets and in the stroller for her transfer and she tells the driver, “This is what happens when you let a three year old hold your transfer!! I don’t have any more money… Continue reading ‘Santa and his Weed’
Scenario: So I head to my bus stop this morning, and it being January in Minnesota, it is FREEZING out! As I approach my stop there is one person waiting in front of me for the bus. I stop about 3 feet back from the guy to create a comfortable space between us. Shortly after that a 3rd person walks up and instead of taking his place behind me he walks past me and squeezes himself into the 3ft comfort zone I had alotted. WHAT?? As the bus approached he then stepped up to the curb and hopped on first. Seriously guy, I find that horribly rude! I know that city buses don’t usually queue up like the suburb buses do, but c’mon!
There are some strange bus riders and drivers. What do you think of the black lady driver that wears a different colored flower on the side of her head every day. I remember a black driver that did this 15 or 20 years ago. is this the same lady driver? Continue reading ‘Colon Cleanser’
Once i got onto the bus, i pulled out my book on spiritual awakening and inner peace, having a read, writing down some quotes and thinking about the meaning. Jotting down ideas and thoughts about life, although, i dropped my pen at one point and it flew across the bus, nice one. An oldish man got on, (by oldish i mean late 50’s) anyway, he had his music player in and his tired legs and beer belly were no match for the bus which drove off before he could get his seat, i just kept thinking, please don’t sit near me. Which, by chance, he did anyway. One seat behind. Continue reading ‘Inner Peace’
Hi Minnesotans. I’m a former Twin Cities resident now living in Austin, TX. While riding the Capital Metro 17 through downtown Austin an “interesting” character boarded with a guitar and sat in the back row. That part of the bus is elevated, creating sort of a stage. He proceeded to serenade us with an improv/ad lib rendition of a song to which only he knew the words. Continue reading ‘Keep Austin Weird’
Sometimes I have to wait when catch the bus home after 9 or so. But the other night, an orange 4 was sighing to a halt in front of me within a few minutes — and I was thankful: after a long day, I felt like a dirty mop. Iâ€™d fought against the clock, but it had won â€“ and now it was dark. Sinking into a middle-facing seat, I plugged into my radio. I watched stops go by one by one. Parks, streetlights, families, carts â€“ all seemingly wandering in the night. I closed my eyes to save strength to get me home. Continue reading ‘Wrung Out’
So I get off the train from the airport coming back from a business trip out of state and am waiting for the six to take me home downtown. I’m just hanging out with my bag when this girl that had been standing there before I got there comes up and asks me where I had been. I think she’s probably a crazy lady because she’s talking to me, a total stranger. Continue reading ‘Picked up on a bus’