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Plenty of open seats
I was riding the 7 bus from downtown Minneapolis to the Seward neighborhood at about 4pm. The bus was only half full, so there were plenty of open rows of seats. I decided to take a seat in the front of the bus where there was plenty of room and hopefully no one to sit right next to me. As the bus was reaching the end of Washington, a large, tall, somewhat scruffy guy started to walk up the aisle from the back of the bus. Continue reading ‘Plenty of open seats’
Proofread my love letter
Bakersfield, California. 105 degrees, and I am waiting for the 2 to show. At the bus stop is a guy who, for whatever reason, is wearing a heavy flannel shirt. Out of nowhere, he asks, “Can I ask you what your opinion of this is?” I didn’t really say yes or no, and had no idea what he was referring to. As we board the bus, he proceeds to tell me that he has written a love note to his fiancee, and he is unsure whether he should give it to her or not. Continue reading ‘Proofread my love letter’
Trip gone awry
I ride the 260. When that route is unavailable, I will take the 94 instead. This way, I can catch the 84 going north on Snelling Ave. and get back to the Rosedale Park and Ride. The best part about riding the bus are the experiences you have when even one part of your trip goes awry. I missed the stop on Snelling Avenue and rode all the way into downtown Saint Paul. Continue reading ‘Trip gone awry’
Sleepy behind the wheel
The best bus stories are told in the garages where drivers swap tales. Perhaps there is a shared need to confirm that each is not the only one experiencing some of the strangeness that occurs out there. One day there was a discussion of getting sleepy while behind the wheel. John mentioned that he was once stopped at the railroad tracks on West Seventh. “I looked up and the train was passing, I looked up again and it was long gone.” Booker said, “I was stopped at the light on Snelling and University when I dozed off. A woman tugged my sleeve and said the light was green and I could go. I tried to play it off by saying I was reading my paddleboard [schedule]. She asked if I snored when I read.
