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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.
Get what you pay for
So after a string of car-related mishaps (none my fault of course) I dropped the car at the body shop for the second time in a week, and hopped on the 21 to get to work. Two blocks later the bus engine starts making a really loud noise. The driver pulls over and turns off the ignition. “Sorry,” she says, “the transmission is overheating and we need to stop for a while.” Continue reading ‘Get what you pay for’
Hunting for it’s next victim
I was hardly awake as I stepped onto the 94 as I always had to make my way into downtown Minneapolis. The driver was running late. The bus only had room for me to stand – banishing me from my morning routine of zoning out to passing urban scenery. Continue reading ‘Hunting for it’s next victim’
Candy Hearts
On Valentines Day our bus driver gave out candy hearts to all the women on board. Then, about halfway through the trip, our driver said to the men on board that he would buy them lunch if they got up and put together a romantic sentence using the candy hearts. Nobody volunteered, but it was fun to watch the men squirm. Even they were laughing at the funny bus driver who started to read his own after nobody else volunteered. Continue reading ‘Candy Hearts’
